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Monastery Of Hell
by Unknown


FOREWORD

The pain was unbearable, and each time Sally screamed out, causing a heaving motion in 
her breasts, the spikes cut into her even more. She turned her head and saw the way her arms 
were bound to the large black canister, and thought.

It would not have been that bad, if there were no spikes connected to the object.

But sticking out of the rounded canister were large, metal spikes, and they not only cut 
into her back, but also into her arms and wrists.

When she did move, just the slightest bit, the spikes seemed to slide down over her 
rounded white buttocks and cut into them.

There was another canister-like object tied beneath her breasts, and those spikes cut into 
her flesh, too.

“Someone, please, help,” she screamed out. “Help!”

And suddenly, a voice was speaking. There seemed to be a hint of laughter behind it, 
though the words were serious.

“There will be no help for you until the evil is purged from your soul!”


CHAPTER ONE

And Sally gasped. She turned her head quickly, her blonde hair flying and then coming to 
a halt on her shoulders, landing softly The softness of her own smooth hair, though 
comforting, was certainly not comforting enough.

For as she turned, the spikes cut under her breasts. The shifting of her firm pink-nippled 
tits also caused something else to happen.

The canister shifted slightly, causing one of the spikes that had been cutting under her 
breast, to slide. Now, it was cutting into her nipple, and the pain was almost unbearable. She 
turned her head forward, hoping that it would cause the spike to shift back, for although it 
was still painful when those spikes cut underneath her breasts, it was even more painful to 
have them cutting into her nipples. “What?” she gasped. “What? What did you say?”

“That you are evil,” the voice boomed out, and as it did, she wondered where it was 
coming from. She took a moment to look around and take in her environment.

She was in some kind of a basement. Or perhaps a cellar. It looked more like a dungeon, 
as she was taking it in more, because of the old large stones she could see.

And the voice seemed to be echoing, like she was in some sort of echo chamber.

“I’m not evil,” she said, softly, and in a more pleasant tone.

Her Mother had always taught her that if you were nice to people and spoke to them 
courteously, they would usually be nice to you.

It didn’t work that time. When the voice screamed out again, it seemed to be filled with 
more anger and hostility than she had sensed before.

“When you lie, you shall suffer for it. You are evil. Say it.”

“I am not,” Sally said, and she could feel a tear welling up in her eye.

Then, suddenly, from out of nowhere, it struck. She felt something snapping up against 
her side, and when she turned her head and looked, she couldn’t believe it. There was a red 
gash mark on the side of her body, as if a leather whip had just struck her and then been 
pulled back, before she could do anything about it.

She turned her head, and once more, the canisters shifted, both of them. She felt the one 
behind her back cutting into the rounded curve of her buttocks, and the one in front slid 
down a little bit.

Though it was no longer cutting into her nipples, the spikes were once again cutting under
her breasts, and now against the flesh beneath them.

“When you admit to your evil ways, then we shall take it from there. Perhaps we will free 
you, and we can talk about them. But until you admit, you shall suffer. Your sufferings will be 
great. Worse than what you are going through now.”

She seemed to hear footsteps then, retreating footsteps.

“No! No! Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me here alone! I beg of you!”

There was a laughing, and then a silence. After a few seconds, the beautiful bound blonde 
heard a heavy breathing, and she was excited, thinking that someone was coming to free her. 
It took her a few more seconds to figure it out.

The breathing was her own. Once Sally realized it, she began to cry, openly and freely. She 
began to sink down to her knees, until she was on the cold hard cement beneath her. Once 
again, the two canisters shifted, but neither one cut into any part of her flesh that the spikes 
had not already abused.

She closed her eyes, and started to think. Who else had said she was evil?

Certainly not her father. Or her mother.

But she had! She had! After her mother died and her father remarried, that woman 
seemed to say it all the time. Not only did she call Sally evil, but she made other remarks 
about the fact that Sally was a slut!

Sally closed her eyes, and she could picture Veronica screaming it out at her. She could 
picture her step-mother’s face turning red with rage, and even feel the hard slapping she had 
felt so many times from the woman.

And all because of the one time Veronica had caught her.

Sally had seen her father making love to Veronica so many times, and if anyone was the 
slut, she thought that it was the older, dark-haired woman. She could remember the first time 
she had seen her blond father with the woman.

They were both in the bedroom, the room her mother used to share with her father. Sally 
had been a little bit outraged, thinking that Veronica was sleeping in the same bed where her 
mother used to sleep.

Veronica’s body was naked at the time. Her small breasts were heaving up and down. Her 
dark nipples seemed to be stiff, and as she plucked gently at them, she was licking her lips, in 
a most seductive way. Slowly, Veronica started to sink down to her knees right in front of 
Sally’s father, who was still dressed.

“Come on, Bob. Give me your cock. Let me have it in my mouth.”

“No,” he had said to her. “Not today. Not tonight. Don’t you know what tonight is, 
Veronica? Don’t you know what it is?”

“No. What?” she asked, moving her long nailed fingers to his zipper.

“It’s the anniversary of my wife’s death. She died two years ago on this night.”

“Fuck her,” Veronica had said, and Sally would never forget the feelings that ran through 
her body, and the hate that ran through her mind.

How could an evil witch like Veronica talk that way about a woman as lovely as Sally’s 
mother had been? How could she do that?

Sally’s father seemed to feel the same way.” He grabbed his new wife by her long dark 
hair, pulled it hard, then slapped her face.

“I don’t want you to ever say anything like that again,” he screamed.

Sally noticed something. Her step-mother’s breasts seemed to be rising and falling even 
more when her father did that. The woman was sliding her fingers down to her own wet pussy
lips and starting to rub them “She’s dead, and who gives a fuck about her?” Veronica said, and
when. Bob slapped her across the face again, she was moaning. “Yes, Bob. Yes. Treat me that 
way. Treat me that way because you know we both love it. Beat me. Abuse me. Whatever turns
you on will turn me on. You know that.”

“Leave me alone,” he had said to her.

“Why? Are you afraid to admit that you’re turned on? Are you afraid to admit that 
slapping me made your cock harder? It is.”

Then, Veronica slid her hand over , to his zipper. Sally heard the sound of the zipper being 
pulled down, and watched the evil naked bitch reaching into her father’s pants. Veronica 
pulled out his long, thick golden organ. It was the first time Sally had ever seen her father’s 
hard cock, and she did like the way it looked. She loved the way he shuddered with pleasure 
as Veronica stroked it.

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“I would do anything for this cock, and hope that you, in turn, would do anything .for my 
pussy. That’s what keeps us so much in love.”

Then, the dark-haired woman stuck out her long pointed tongue, and began to run it 
along the underside of Sally’s father’s cock. As she did, Sally saw her father sit back on the 
bed, and lean back a little bit, too.

Veronica began to open his pants and pull them all the way down, her tongue never 
leaving his cock for more than a few seconds. She was flicking it back and forth along the 
underside, moving it down to the balls and flicking it against them; When he lifted his ass up 
off the bed so that she could pull his pants down, she did so, and then opened her mouth to 
take him between her lips, at the same time.

She slid her lips all the way down his cock shaft, burying her nose in his thick dark pubic 
patch. She started to massage his balls gently, and as he was moaning softly he sat up a little 
bit more.

He slid his hand to one of her breasts, letting his palm cup it. Then his fingers began to 
close in slowly as he was pulling his hand back, until he was starting to pluck at her nipple, 
first gently, and then harder. He was twisting her nipple very soon, and she was moaning even
louder, his cock still in her mouth.

“You are so wicked, Veronica,” he moaned to her. “You are the most wicked thing that I 
have ever met in my life. Wickedness runs through your blood.”

“And you married me for it,” the woman said, rubbing his cock against her cheeks for the 
moment. “You married me for it. First you were married to some uptight puritan bitch who 
probably bored you to tears. I’m sure you were even happy when she died. Happy because 
you could marry someone who knew how to be wicked.”

When he slapped her across the face again, she moaned, “Yes,” and then she sucked him 
right between her lips, all over again.

She started to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, and as she was doing it, he slid his 
hand to the back of her head. He started to hold her head, and then he was thrusting himself 
up and down as fast as he wanted to.

Veronica was gagging around his cock, and Sally was praying for something.

She was praying for her step-mother to choke to death. Mother had told her, long before 
she died, that God answered sincere prayers, and Sally was being as sincere as she possibly 
could, because she hated the woman.

She had tried to like her step-mother, because she loved her father, and knew that he 
loved her. But it was all Veronica’s fault. Sally could tell that Veronica hated her, only because 
she was a reminder of the fact that Bob had been married before, and once had a beautiful 
blonde wife, someone that Sally resembled.

The hostility was there the day Veronica moved into the house.

She had even been starting to try and talk Bob into sending her away, that very first time 
they had dinner together, telling him that a good boarding school would teach Sally how to 
be a proper young lady, and keep her pure.

“I can sense some kind of evil in the girl,” Sally overheard her step-mother telling her 
father, later that night, in the privacy of their bedroom. “A boarding school would rid her of 
that evil, would make her grow into a lovely young woman.”

Sally thought about that as she watched the slut in her step-mother coming out. As her 
father continued to thrust up and down, harder and faster, she saw the way his chest was 
beginning to heave up and down, fast.

Veronica began to slide her hands up his belly and chest, pushing his pullover shirt up so 
Sally could see the heaving, sweating flesh. She watched as her step-mother began to slide 
her long fingernails around his nipples, plucking at them.

Then, when she seemed to dig her nails into his nipples, he sat up and slapped her hard 
across the face again, harder than he had before.

“You fucking bitch. What the hell are you trying to do?”

She pulled one hand away, but managed to hold on with her other, cutting nails. Sally was 
even sure she could see some blood dripping from her father’s pierced nipple, and then, 
Veronica pulled her mouth back.

She slid her hand to the base of the cock and began to jerk it, just as the cream began to 
explode and shoot out of the head. Sally watched the way Veronica was turning her head and 
aiming the cock, so that the cream was shooting all over her face. She was inhaling deeper 
than she had been before, smearing the come with the head of the still shooting cock, until 
her whole face seemed to glisten from the cream.

“Mmm, my darling husband’s cock. It takes the anger and the slapping and the violence to
make it work, and when it does, it works beautifully I’m sure that prissy bitch you were married
to before never made it work this way.”

Sally did have some evil thoughts then. She thought about taking a knife and sticking it 
into her step-mother’s back, only because she didn’t want anyone, especially Veronica, to talk 
about her mother that way.

Her mother had been a good and pure Catholic woman, who never talked the way that 
Veronica was talking. Purity seemed to come from her mother’s lips, whereas hate and evil and
horror seemed to come from Veronica’s.

Once again, Sally was proud of the way her father handled things. He pulled her onto the 
bed by her hair, throwing her onto her back. He pulled his shirt up over his head so that he 
was as naked as she was, then rolled up the shirt a little bit and started to wrap it around 
Veronica’s neck.

He pressed it down hard, so that the dark-haired woman’s tongue was sticking out, and 
she was gagging a little bit.

When her eyes started to bulge out of her head, he pulled the shirt away and threw it onto
the floor by the bed.

“You could never treat her this way, could you?” Veronica was screaming. “I’m sure you had
to get down on your knees, like you’d pray to the Lord, and beg that pure bitch to let you fuck
her. Didn’t you?”

He started to slap her across the face, thrusting up and down against her as he did. He was
not inside of her at the moment, but she began to moan.

“See how much you love it, Bob? See how much you love it? Your cock is starting to get 
stiffer as you’re rubbing against me. Now you can fuck me. Fuck me with all the fury and 
anger you wish to release. I can take it all.”

He pulled back and yanked her legs apart, then rammed himself into her. His groin 
slapped hard against her thighs, and she bucked herself up against him, screaming out at the 
same time her long nails began to scratch his back.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Abuse me! Fuck me!”

He was thrusting in and out of her wildly. Sally could see the sweat that was dripping from 
his golden buttocks. She could also see the way Veronica was leaving marks in his back, 
because of the way her long nails were cutting into his flesh.

His chest was pressing down hard against her breasts, and the only part of his body that 
really seemed to be moving was his groin. Her knees were up in the air by that time, her feet 
planted on the mattress.

As he kept thrusting, he was groaning louder than Sally had ever heard him groan.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her. He rolled her over and pushed her knees up under her 
body, so that her ass was raised up off the bed.

“Yes, abuse me. Abuse me and make up for all those times you wanted to abuse her but 
couldn’t. I’m no puritan. I love to be fucked and fucked over.”

Sally was shocked when her father started to smash his hand down on Veronica’s buttocks,
over and over again. She could see the way the white ass cheeks started to look more and 
more red. At one point, he took his thumb and pressed the nail of it against her ass, so hard 
that the nail cut into her and made her bleed.

Veronica seemed to love that. She was even screaming for him to make her bleed, to make
her bleed because it was the true sign of love.

Sally saw the way her father’s cock was still hard and sticking straight out. As he was 
slapping her step-mother and digging his nail into her, the hard dick seemed to be bobbing 
up and down, and even throbbing a little bit.

Then, he drove it right back between her wet cunt lips, smashing his groin against her 
buttocks so that there was that hard slapping sound again He slid his hands under her breasts
and started to pinch them so hard.

“Yes. Slap my ass and fuck my cunt. Use your groin like a hard slapping hand to abuse my 
buttocks. I can be so wicked, but only when it’s your cock that’s going to work me over. I love 
to be abused by you, Bob.”

Then Sally noticed something. When Veronica screamed out about wanting to be abused, 
her father seemed to snap out of his frenetic state. However, seconds later, Veronica started to
make those remarks about his first wife, Sally’s mother, all over again. It was as if she knew 
that she could arouse his anger.

“Yes! Yes! How fitting that we have this fuck on the anniversary of her death! Perhaps she’s 
looking down and thinking about how much she missed, being the pure bitch that she was. Or
who knows? She might be looking up.”

Of course, Sally knew that Veronica was implying that her mother might be in hell, and her 
father, being the smart man that he was, started to pull at her hair as hard as he possibly 
could. Though he was fucking her from behind, it was still easy for him to lean over and slap 
her face.

“Yes, I can feel it now, Bob. You are starting to throb. You are starting to throb so hard 
inside of me, and we know why. We know that you’re more turned on with me than you’ve 
ever been with anyone else. We both know it.”

Sally saw the way her father was groaning, and then he thrust deep into her and seemed 
to hold himself there for a long time. As his cock had to be exploding inside of Veronica, Sally 
slipped away to her own room.

She closed the door halfway and ran over to her bed. At first, she was in tears, thinking 
about what an evil witch Veronica was.

Then, she rolled onto her back and started to think about how her father’s naked body 
had looked. She thought about his long, hard cock, and how thick it was. She thought about 
his strong chest, and the way it heaved up and down at certain times.

Slowly, she pulled her nightie up, and began to rub her wet pussy lips.

She could feel the way they were parting, so that her fingers could slide deeper into her 
body. When she felt her stiff love button, it was the first time she had ever done anything like 
that. Rubbing her fingers against it made her whole body tingle, and as she continued to 
wiggle it back and forth, she could feel something happening.

There was a surging feeling in her body.

Her pussy began to spasm a little bit, and as she was getting wetter, she could feel her 
nipples stiffening against the sheer material of her nightie. She thought about her own stiff 
nipples, and her own breasts, and wondered if Veronica was jealous of them. After all, Sally 
knew that her breasts were larger than the older woman’s.

Soon, she was holding her fingers steady, and thrusting herself up and down against them,
somewhat hard. She hardly even realized, how fast she was moving her cunt up and down 
against her fingers, for the faster she moved, the more the pleasure seemed to flow through 
her body, the more she seemed to love it.

The young blonde girl had peaked once, and was feeling her senses on the rise all over 
again, when she heard the screaming voice.

“Slut! Slut! Evil slut! Bob, come here and look at this.”

She opened her eyes and saw Veronica, a robe wrapped around her body, standing by her 
bedroom door watching. Seconds later, her father appeared. He was still naked, but stood 
behind his second wife, as if he was trying to shield his nakedness from his daughter. Sally did 
wonder if the sight of her own naked body was arousing him.

There was so much commotion then, she could hardly even make it all out. Veronica was 
screaming about how evil the girl was to be doing something like that, and how she kept 
telling Bob that Sally had to be sent away.

Sally was in tears, trying to defend herself, but Veronica was screaming over the girl’s 
defense, and she could hardly even hear her own words.

And the next morning, it had been decided. She was going to be sent away to an all girls 
boarding school. It was a strict Catholic school, where she would be taught to be good instead
of evil.

Sally remembered her last words to Veronica.

“I am not the. evil one. You are. You are the slut, too. And one day, if anyone is to go to 
hell, you will. You’ll end up in hell.”

Veronica had slapped her so hard across the face. It was a stinging slap whose sensation 
Sally seemed to feel during the whole bus ride to the school.

She hated it, too. She tried to be on her best behavior, but the nuns always seemed to find
things wrong with what she did.

Then, just a few days ago, she had been sent to confession. She confessed that she hated 
her step-mother because the woman was evil. She confessed that she had dear memories for 
her departed mother, and her father, who was still living. She confessed that although she 
loved her father, she thought that he was under the influence of her step-mother, which was 
her reason for being sent away.

“But are you evil?” the priest’s voice asked her. “Do you confess that you are evil? For that 
is the most important thing.”

She would not. She could not, for it would have been a lie.

So here she was, although, how she had gotten here, she did not know She did know this, 
however. She would not lie, just to be freed.

“I am not evil,” she began to murmur. “I am not. I am not. I am not!”





CHAPTER TWO


Diane was surely one of the prettiest girls in her school, and she knew that most of the other 
teenage girls were jealous of her. She could understand why, for she was also an intelligent 
girl, and that explained why most of the teenage boys were jealous, too.

The girls, she knew, were jealous because she was at least ten times more lovely than they 
were. She had started to mature at the age of ten, so that by the age of thirteen, she had full, 
ripe breasts, and a thick patch of black pubic hair. When she would change for gym, and 
sometimes shower afterwards, she’d see all the girls looking at her, pointing out the patch to 
each other.

She would even hear them talking about it, with some hatred in their voices. Some 
thought that it was ugly to have hair there, and she even heard a few of them foolishly saying 
that they would never let anything like that happen to them.

Of course, she didn’t care, because she knew that along with her maturation came those 
sexual feelings, something that the other girls didn’t know about yet.

She would go home, even at age thirteen, and undress in front of the mirror, studying her 
own body to see how it was developing. She would run her fingers over her wet, red lips, until 
they would part.

Then she’d start to wiggle her love button back and forth. She did know all about a 
woman’s cunt, and how the clitoris was the key to the woman’s passion. She knew about it 
because there were books on the subject, just as there were books about the psychology of 
youngsters. Those psychology books were the ones that explained her classmates’ jealousy for
her, because she developed earlier.

They were the same books that explained why the boys thought she was a threat to them. 
Boys, after all, liked to think of themselves as being more intelligent than girls were, and some 
of them asked her about the books she was reading.

“It just explains why you all have attitudes toward me,” she would let them know. “Because
I’m pretty and bright, and a threat.”

For about a year, she didn’t seem to mind that she had very few friends. But then, when 
other girls started to date, she did mind it. After all, why would a boy want to date a girl who 
had no breasts and who was barely developed?

So she began to act a little bit dumber, masking her intelligence. When that still didn’t 
work, because some of the boys seemed to see right through her act. knowing that the dumb 
‘act’ was put on. she thought about other things.

One day, when she was fourteen, she approached Jim Howers, the most handsome blond 
boy in the entire school. He was two years older than she was, and was in his senior year. She 
knew that she could impress people if she got him to date her.

At first, he refused, because although he was turned on by her looks, he said something 
about how smart she was, and how he didn’t like girls who walked around flaunting the fact 
that they were so intelligent.

“I’ll make it well worth your while,” she said to him, a sly seductress, even at such a young 
age. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

When she shook his head no, she wasn’t all that surprised. She knew that he was a 
handsome boy, and he got by on his looks. He was not, however, too intelligent.

“I mean that I’d be willing to satisfy some of your needs if you take me out. Not all of 
them, mind you, but some of them.”

That was something he did understand, and that very same night, he took her out to a 
drive-in movie. Diane made sure that all of her classmates knew she was going out with the 
handsome senior boy, and made him even promise to take her to the local malt shop 
afterwards, so they could see it.

While the movie was on, she kept her promise, basically because she was interested in 
seeing the way a male functioned, in the flesh. She had, after all, read about the male organs 
in the same book that explained the female functions to her.

As the movie was going on, she moved her hand to Jim’s pants and started to open his 
zipper. She slowly pulled his cock out of his pants, and though it was still soft, she was happy. 
She knew about how cocks were supposed to get hard, and wanted to see it happening right 
before her eyes.

Jim laid his head back against the headrest in the front seat, and she started to slide her 
hand up and down his shaft. As she did, she could feel the way there seemed to be a kind of 
surging in it, and then the penis was actually getting longer and thicker in her hand. She slid 
her hand from the base to the head.

As she looked, Diane saw the way a few drops of cream were starting to leak from that slit 
at the head of his cock, and she loved the way it looked. She moved her tongue to the cock 
head and flicked it back and forth gently.

The come didn’t taste so sensational that first time, but she knew she would get used to it. 
As his cock got fully hard, she opened her mouth and began to slide it all the way down his 
shaft. She could feel the way it was throbbing in her mouth, and a few tongue flicks against 
the underside were all that it took.

Jim moaned that he was coming, and Diane took it all in her mouth.

In fact, she sucked even harder as the come was starting to pour out of the cock head, 
sucking so that it would slide right over her tongue and down her throat, so she’d hardly even
have time to let the taste linger.

When he had finished coming, she pulled her mouth away.

“I want to fuck you,” Jim Said to her, and she laughed at him.

I FIVE “I have to save something for another date. The next time we go out, you can lick 
my pussy, and I’ll suck your cock again. Then, when we go out after that time, I’ll let you fuck 
me. On the third date. Do you understand?”

And he did. She knew that he would be eager to take her out, at least two more times, and
that would be enough to impress all those jealous bitches and bastards who were in her own 
grade at school.

And that was the way it happened.

She did let him take her to the malt shop that night, and she could hear some talking 
among the students who seemed to hate her. They were all bitchy and catty and jealous, and 
she didn’t give two shits.

The next time they went out, they took a blanket into the woods. She stripped for him, at 
least from the waist down. As she lay on her back, she spread her legs and Jim moved his 
mouth down to her cunt.

When he didn’t really seem to know what he was doing, she had to start telling him about 
the way a woman loved to be pleased. She told him how he should flick her love button back 
and forth, and how that would make her body swell with pleasure.

As he started to follow her instructions, she knew that he was looking at her with some 
kind of evil expression on his face.

As if, perhaps, he was mad at her for having to give him instructions, but she didn’t care. 
She knew the way it should be done, and since he didn’t, and she did want to feel pleasure, 
she was telling him.

He ate her for a half an hour, and she came a few times. He didn’t seem to like the way her
juices tasted when the first load flowed into her mouth, but she told him that she hadn’t liked 
his come too much, either. It had taken her some time to get to like it, and he had to keep 
eating her before she would suck him off.

When she was tired and wanted to rest, he pulled his mouth away.

Then, he pulled his cock out of his pants, and she rolled over and started to slide her lips 
up and down the shaft.

The second time that she sucked him, she did like the taste of his cock better than she had
the first time. She liked the way his cock skin made her lips feel so silky smooth, and liked the 
way his come tasted when he exploded in her mouth.

Once again, to the malt shop they went, and she wondered if he was telling his friends 
what they were doing. She was getting looks from all over, but decided not to pay much 
attention to those jealous assholes.

A week later, she knew she was going to have to let him fuck her. She had told him that on
their third date, he could, and their third date was coming up. She was a little bit nervous, 
thinking that this might hurt more than the other things she had done with him, but she knew
her body well enough, and wanted to know what it would feel like to have his cock inside of 
her.

She made him eat her first, because she told him that it would loosen her up a great deal, 
and she needed to feel loose in. order to go through with it.

He did it for her the way that she wanted, and Diane thought that he even liked the way 
she tasted more this second time, than he had the first time he ate her. She was glad that he 
had such a long, skilled tongue.

After a few more minutes, he started to lick his way up her body. He sucked her nipple 
between his lips, and started to flick it back and forth. Then, she felt him rubbing the head of 
his cock against her cunt lips.

When he slid it into her, she loved it. She didn’t have a hymen, which surprised her a little 
bit. But she didn’t think about it for too long, because he was thrusting in and out of her nice 
and hard, and the heat of his cock was rubbing over her clit.

He started to come inside of her right away, and that bothered her. She locked her legs 
around his buttocks and would not let him pull out right away “I want to be able to feel more 
pleasure,” she said to him. “I have to be able to feel it. You came too fast, and I didn’t have a 
chance to.”

Of course, Jim loved the idea of it. He started to kiss her on the lips, and as she was 
sucking on his tongue, he pulled his mouth away. He looked at her, as if he was a little bit 
shocked, and she asked him what was wrong.

He didn’t answer. He just shook his head and told her he was sorry.

Diane wouldn’t know what he was talking about until later, when she got home. She just 
started to move up and down against him, and as she did, she could feel the way his cock was 
getting stiffer. He hadn’t gone fully limp, but as he was getting thicker, the shaft was making 
good pressing contact against her love button.

She moaned as the heat of his cock began to flow through her clit and pussy walls, and 
she came really hard a few seconds later.

That fuck lasted much longer than the first one had, and she loved the way it felt when he 
started to throb and then slowed down.

He started to thrust in and out of her again, after the throbbing subsided, and she loved 
the way that it felt, more and more, as each second passed by. His body was starting to sweat, 
and hers was, too.

He slowed down many times when he started to throb, and Diane loved it. She was able to
come so many times, and then, about twenty minutes after he’d started to thrust in and out of
her, she felt him exploding.

“Oh Jim, you are fantastic. I think we should go out again.”

“Maybe we will,” he said to her, as he kissed her lips gently.

But it never did happen, and she did understand what he’ had been sorry about the 
second he dropped her off and she walked into the house. Both of her parents were sitting in 
the living room. She tried to sneak past them, thinking that she must smell of sex, thinking 
that she should get upstairs and shower, thinking that she could deal with them later, after 
she was clean.

“Diane, get in here,” she heard her mother say, in a hostile tone.

As she stepped into the living room, she could see the way both of them looked so angry. 
Her father stood up and moved near her. Then, suddenly, he inhaled, and pulled his hand 
back and slapped her across the face.

“It’s true then,” her mother said. “Take off your clothes and let’s make sure. Do it. Do it now
I can hardly believe you.”

She felt her mother ripping at her clothing, and within seconds, her pants and panties had 
been pulled off. Her “mother slid her fingers right into her pussy.

“You slut,” the woman screamed at her, as she slapped her hard across the face, harder 
than her father had slapped her.

Then, Diane could hear what her father was saying. They had gotten an anonymous phone
call that evening, from someone who obviously went to school with Diane, someone who was 
jealous of her, someone who knew what Diane was doing to get Jim to go out with her those 
three times. And they had told her mother what Diane was going to be doing that night. 
Though her parents didn’t want to believe it, smelling her and then probing her proved that 
the caller was telling the truth.

Two days later, she was sent away to the school. It was an all girl’s school, and Diane 
couldn’t stand it.

True, the girls were different there. She did meet someone named Sally, and the two of 
them seemed to get along well, because Sally was also beautiful and smart, and there was no 
reason for Sally to be jealous of her.

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But there were no boys around, either, and that was horrible.

Because before Diane had been sent away, she had learned a little bit about the pleasures 
that a girl could feel from a man’s penis, and a part of her wished, deep down, that she had 
never learned about it.

For one thing, her parents never would have found out and sent her away, but even more 
important, she was thinking that if she had not learned about it, she would not be missing it 
as much as she did.

As confession time neared, Diane wondered if she would have to talk about what she’d 
done with Jim. She wondered if her parents had told the nuns about what she had done, and 
if the nuns, in turn, would tell the priest she’d be confessing to.

The day came, and as she sat in the box, she started to talk about some of the evil 
thoughts that went through her mind. She talked about cheating on the last math test that 
she had taken, and that was all.

“Nothing more?” she heard the voice asking her. “Nothing more?”

“No, that’s all. What more could there be?”

“You are not a virgin,” the voice said. “We have been told about that.”

“Then if you know, why should I tell you anymore about it?”

“I want to know what happened. I want you to tell me every detail about how it happened 
to you. About how you spread yourself and let this man take you. I want you to tell me about 
every stroke as it happened.” She started to laugh then, and the voice screamed out, 
demanding that she be quiet.

“I can’t help myself. It seems like you want me to tell you about every stroke so that you 
can, perhaps, stroke yourself. Is that it? Shall I tell you so you can jerk your cock off and get off
on what I tell you? Is that what you want? I know that under your robes, you are a man. Or are
you? Shall I suck it for you?”

She kept laughing, until she felt a hand reaching over, and covering her face. The hand 
was holding a handkerchief, and as she tried to breathe, she could feel everything going fuzzy,
until she just passed out.

When she woke up, she was naked. She tried to rub her eyes, because her vision was still a 
little bit blurry, but as she did, she felt something cutting into her wrists. She leaned forward, 
and looked behind her back.

Her wrists had been criss-crossed, and bound with what looked like a thick leather strap. 
As she tried to pull herself free, she could not.

She looked down, and saw the way her legs had been spread wide. Though she was sitting
on a stone floor, and the floor was cold, she was sure that couldn’t have had anything to do 
with the way her pussy was wet.

In fact, there seemed to be a little puddle between her legs, and she started to wonder 
what had happened to her.

“All right, the joke’s over,” she yelled out. “Who the fuck tied me up?”

“Vile language will only lead to more punishment,” she heard the voice saying, and then, 
from out of the shadows, she could see him.

It was the figure of a man approaching her, only she couldn’t really see any face. The 
figure was cloaked in a long black robe, with a hood that seemed to cover the face.

The man, she was thinking, looked like a monk.

“Why am I tied up?” she asked him. “How come I’m wet inside, too. Have you been playing
with me, sir? Have you been playing with my cunt? I know that you men of the cloth don’t get 
it too often, and I imagine that you probably couldn’t resist it as you started to strip me. I 
don’t blame you.”

As she saw a sleeve being pulled up, she could see how large the hand was under it. The 
hand was suddenly pulled back, and she was smashed hard across the face.

“You speak the words of a slut,” the voice bellowed.

“Then tell me what that bulge is under your robe,” she said to him. “I am sure that I can 
see a bulge there.” A cock bulge, perhaps?” Suddenly, she felt the hand reaching under her 
armpit and pulling her to her feet, hard, and somewhat violently. At the same time, she did 
feel the bulge from under the robe brushing against her cunt lips for a second.

She was being dragged across the room then, and she did feel some fear, but not enough 
to keep her from going on.

“Really now, must you be so rough? I offered you my cunt, and said that you could have it 
if-you really do want it. I think that’s proper of me, under the circumstances and all. If that is a 
cock you have under your robe, you certainly do need relief.

“Or do you want my mouth? I’ve only sucked one cock in my life, but I’ve done it more 
than once, and I’ve pleased it. I know how to use my mouth well. I do like the taste of a man, 
and you do look as-if you need it.” As she was still being dragged across the room, she could 
suddenly see something.

It was no bigger than the coffee table that her parents used to have at home, she was 
thinking. In fact, it looked very much like it. Perhaps, the only difference was that the coffee 
table at home was a little bit higher. There was, however, one thing that was unlike the coffee 
table at home.

There were long, pointed spikes running along the top of it.

“What is that?” she asked him. “What the hell is that?”

She was slapped across the face again, and cautioned to watch her language. She could 
feel her body starting to tremble a little bit, thinking that this man was really starting to mean 
business. He pulled her over to the spiked coffee table, and he spread her legs, so that one 
foot was on either side of it..

Then he started to push her down, and she tried to remain standing, with all the strength 
that she had in her body.

“No, you crazy bastard,” she was saying to him “What the hell do you think you’re trying to
do? What the hell is going on in your fucked up head?”

“You must be punished,” she could hear the voice saying. “You are evil. There is evil flowing
through your soul, and you must pay for it.”

“I told you that I’d be willing to help you. I’d be willing to make you come if you want that.
You can suck on my body, too. I would love to feel your mouth sucking on my flesh. But don’t 
do this. Please.”

She felt him pushing her down on one knee, and suddenly, she had an idea. She lifted her 
other foot, and placed the heel of it against the edge of the spiked table, thinking she would 
keep herself raised up that way.

His hands slid down the soft naked flesh of her back, until he was touching her buttocks a 
little bit. He tried to push her down, but her foot held her up.

“No, please, Father, don’t do this to me. I can’t see if you have the bulge anymore, but I’m 
sure you do. Now that you’re on your knees, I just can’t tell, but I think that you must have it. I 
think that you must. And I told you that I would be willing to help you. I would. I would.”

“Confess to your evil,” he said to her. “I want to hear you confessing to the evil that runs 
through your body.”

“It’s not evil. It’s lust. There is a difference.”

“No. No. You are wrong. It is evil, and you must try not to be evil.”

She could feel the way his hands seemed to be pressing against her buttocks harder, and 
then it even seemed as if he was opening and closing his fingers a little bit, massaging the soft
flesh of her buttocks.

She could feel the way a tear was starting to flow down her cheek, and fear was the main 
thing that was running through her body.

She started to think that there might be one way to appeal to him. His fingers seemed to 
like the way her ass flesh was feeling.

“Yes, don’t you like my flesh?” she asked him. “Is it not soft. I’ve never done it before, but if
you like my buttocks, I’ll let you rub yourself against them. Then, perhaps if you wish to, you 
can enter me that way. I know that some women can take a man inside of their asshole. I’ve 
never done it, but I’d be willing to.

“I’d do it only for you, Father. I would. I would. If you would only reconsider and stop 
trying to push me down on it. Please. Please.”

“The more you talk, the more evil you let me know you are,” she could hear his voice 
saying to her. “The more evil I know you are, the more you must suffer. This is really nothing 
for you, yet. There are other ways in which you shall suffer, if you continue to let us know you 
are evil. This is nothing.”

Suddenly, she felt his hand sliding up her thigh, and she thought that he was going to try 
and touch her spread cunt lips.

Instead, he slipped his hand under her knee, and then down her calf. Suddenly, she felt the
way he was pushing, and her heel was sliding off the edge of the table.

When her foot touched the floor, both of his hands pressed down on her shoulders.

Diane closed her eyes, and tried to think about Jim s cock. She tried to think about how 
nice it had been when he slid his cock into her cunt and started to thrust. She tried to think 
about how the heat had filled her body, and hoped that she would be able to feel that kind of 
heat again.

But all that she felt was the coldness of the metal spikes, and then they were piercing the 
flesh of her ass and pussy, and the undersides of her legs.

She opened her mouth and screamed in agonized pain!





CHAPTER THREE


Jenny was a virgin when she was sent away to the school, but there would come a time when 
she would wish she’d lost it before being sent away.

She was not at all unfamiliar with sex, and knew that sex had something to do with why 
she had been sent away. She knew that her big mouth also had something to do with why she
had been sent away.

Jenny was a beautiful girl with straight red hair and large breasts. She knew that she’d 
inherited her large breasts from her mother, because her parents were both rather free when 
it came to nudity She would see them walking around the house naked all the time, and was 
used to the sight of naked bodies at a very early age.

However, when she was about twelve, she saw her parents making love for the very first 
time. It was something that she thought was rather beautiful. Her redheaded, big-breasted 
mother was lying back on the bed while her father was licking her body, running his tongue all
over her flesh.

Jenny loved the way her mother’s sweaty flesh was glistening in the dim light of their 
bedroom, and when she saw her father starting to lick her mother’s nipple, she could hear the 
way the woman was moaning loud.

She saw him starting to lick his way down her body, and soon he was moving his lips 
between her legs. He started to flick his tongue back and forth, and Jenny heard her loving 
mother moaning softly, and saw the way she was thrusting herself up and down against her 
father’s deep probing tongue.

She started to stroke his short brown hair gently.

Then, as she was doing that, he began to turn his body around. Soon, they were both lying
on their sides, and her mother was sliding her mouth up and down Jenny’s father’s hard cock. 
Jenny did love the way that looked.

It was as if her mother was sucking on a large candy cane, and loving it as she was sucking
on it. As they seemed to be flicking their tongues back and forth against each other’s body, 
their bodies were spasming in response.

Jenny didn’t see what happened exactly when her father started to moan and then her 
mother sucked harder, but she knew what coming was about, and imagined that he was 
coming inside of her mother’s mouth.

She kept her mouth around the shaft for what seemed to be a long period of time, and as 
she slid her lips back, the shaft looked like it was still hard. Then, her father began to turn his 
body around.

Her mother spread her legs as the man slipped his cock right into the slit and began to 
thrust back and forth: As he was doing that, she was thrusting up against him, almost the 
same way she had been doing it against his tongue.

Jenny thought that there was something so beautiful about what they were doing. She 
had never heard either one moaning so much, and she liked the way they seemed to be 
running their hands up and down each other’s body, the whole time that they were making 
love to each other.

For it was love-making, she was thinking. It was not just sex. They were making love to 
each other, and since she knew how much the two people loved each other (for they were 
always saying it), she thought that this was the ultimate way to show it.

At one point, her father started to thrust faster and harder.

She could hear the way her mother moaned louder, and then the man thrust all the way 
into’ the woman and held himself there. His buttocks seemed to spasm a little bit, and Jenny 
knew that he was coming inside of his wife, because she could hear the way her mother was 
moaning about how it felt.

So, she took that to be the ultimate way a man and woman could show their love for each 
other, and thought that one day, when she met someone that she loved, she would display 
her love in pretty much the same way.

When she was fifteen, she started to go out with boys. Her mother knew that she was 
mature way before that time, but told Jenny it would be best if she waited a little bit longer 
before she started to date,.

“You have your whole life ahead of you, my darling daughter,” she said.

And Jenny, who had always believed what her mother said up until that time, thought that 
once again, the woman was telling her the truth.

Her first boyfriend was named Robbie, and though he was sweet, Jenny soon tired of him, 
and told him that she didn’t want to see him anymore. Then she went out with David, but she 
did get tired of him after a few months.

It was Chuck who she fell in love with. Chuck was a sweet black-haired boy who made 
Jenny feel as if she was walking on air. He didn’t really try anything with her the first few times 
he went out with her, either.

But then, about three weeks after they had been dating, he started to tell her how he 
desired to make love to her, how he thought she was the most fantastic girl in the world, and 
how one day, he wanted to marry her.

Jenny felt the same way, and remembered that ultimate way of expressing love.

When they would kiss each other and stroke each other, she would feel the way her senses
started to tingle. When his hand would slide down and caress her breast through her blouse, 
her nipples would both stiffen, even if his fingers were only stroking the nipple on one of her 
breasts.

But a part of her knew that she should wait a little while.

The discussion, and the outburst, occurred on the night when she was supposed to let him
do it.

Jenny had always thought that her mother had a sixth sense of some kind, and could read 
her mind and her thoughts.

That night at dinner, the woman started to speak seriously to Jenny.

“You and Chuck have been dating now longer than you’ve gone with any other boy. Are 
you two getting serious about each other?”

“We are serious,” the girl said, and she noticed the way her mother looked across the table
at her father and smiled.

“That’s nice,” the woman said. “It is nice to be in love, but… “

“Chuck is the sweetest, most gentle boy I’ve ever met. We’re going to get married one day.
We’ve talked about it for the longest time.”

She looked at both her mother and father, and thought that they were both trying to 
cover their mouths. She could see the way they were smiling behind their fingers, and didn’t 
really like it too much.

“He is,” she insisted, in that girlish way of hers. “Mother, you have to believe me. I love him
more than anyone in the world.”

Suddenly, the look on her mother’s face changed. It was a look of total seriousness, and 
when she spoke, her voice was the voice of reason.

“Well, I hope that doesn’t mean you re going to do something foolish with him.”

“What does that mean?”

“Most boys will tell a girl anything that she wants to hear, because they want to get 
something from the girl. You’re old enough to know what sex is all about, Jenny, and I do 
hope that you’re not planning to let him do it to you.”

She didn’t say anything, because, of course, she was planning on it, that very night, later, 
when he’d come to pick her up.

The look on her face was rather revealing to her mind-reader mother.

“You are,” the woman said to Jenny, placing both hands on the table, sounding as if she 
was shocked. “Jenny, you are going to let him do it, aren’t you?”

“I…” the girl started to stammer, but couldn’t speak.

“I refuse to let you go out with him again. That’s all there is to it. I’m not going to let you 
do something foolish like throwing yourself at him. He’ll just take you and then he won’t care 
about you anymore.”

“But we love each other. We do, Mother. Father, I love him.”

“I want you to break your date with him tonight. You can’t do it.”

Suddenly, she didn’t know what came over her. She was furious that her mother was going
to try and keep her from making love to the boy she was in love with.

“You goddamn hypocrite. Both of you. Hypocrites! You love each other and you fuck each 
other all the time. Goddamn hypocrites! I love him, and I’m going to let him make love to me 
because we do love each other!”

Suddenly, her mother was standing up and reaching across the table Jenny was slapped 
hard across the face, then sent to her room, and locked in.

The next day, the arrangements were made for her to go away to the school. She was 
upset about leaving Chuck, and also upset because this was an all-girls school, run by nuns. 
She entered the school with a severe attitude against it.

At night, she would lie in bed thinking about Chuck, and the things that she would have 
been able to do with her.

A year passed, and she would go to confession once a week. She only had to confess the 
thoughts that she had for Chuck once, the first time she went to confession, but she never 
spoke about them again.

At night, in the privacy of her room, she would pull her long woolen nightie up over her 
pussy, and start to stroke her lips. She would think about Chuck, and what his cock bulge felt 
like through his pants. She would think about how that bulge would have slid right into her.

Of course, Jenny used her fingers, for there was nothing else to be used. She’d squeeze 
three of them together, and then slide them into her pussy. As she’d thrust her way up and 
down against them, she would start to moan gently and eventually, would pull a pillow over 
her face, to muffle the moans.

The very first time she felt herself coming, she loved the way that it felt. She could feel the 
senses in her entire body rising, and as the fingers from one hand began to wiggle her love 
button back and forth, the fingers from the other hand started to run over the rest of her 
flesh.

No matter what part of her body she touched, the flesh would tingle, and she would feel 
how sensitive her skin was. She started to understand why her parents loved to touch each 
other, and was thinking that perhaps they were right. She was thinking that maybe she would 
call them up and apologize to them, and beg them’ to let her come home. She’d tell them 
that she would wait until she got married, that she knew it would be wrong to throw herself at
any boy she fell in love with.

But then one night, she saw something happening. She couldn’t sleep, and though it was 
not allowed, she slipped into her robe and began to walk around the halls.

She started to walk down to the kitchen to get something to eat, when she heard a noise 
coming from the gardener’s bedroom.

The gardener was a big husky man with a bald head black moustache and beard. She 
could see that the door to his room was open a little bit, and as she peeked in, she had to 
cover her mouth to keep from gasping.

He was standing there, naked, his body completely hairless. He was looking over at his 
bed, and at first, Jenny couldn’t believe what she saw happening there.

She knew the women well enough, even when they were not wearing their habits.

Two of her teachers were on the bed, licking each other. She recognized one as Sister 
Anita, but didn’t really see thy face on the other one. She could see the other one’s pussy 
moving up and down, sliding against Sister Anita’s long tongue, which seemed to be probing 
deep inside of the pussy.

Then, the gardener climbed onto the bed. He started to rub his cock against the cunt that 
was moving up and down, and as he slid it in, Sister Anita was sucking his balls into her 
mouth. She licked her way all around his groin and crotch, and even slid her tongue to his 
buttocks and licked between them.

Meanwhile, the’ other sister was getting it from behind, keeping her face buried between 
Sister Anita’s spread legs the whole time.

As Anita was thrusting up and down against the other sister’s probing tongue, Jenny could
hear the way they were all moaning.

She could see the way the gardener’s buttocks were spasming a little bit, and as he pulled 
his cock out of the other nun’s pussy, he started to jerk it. Sister Anita was sucking hard on his 
balls the whole time.

He started to shoot his come all over the buttocks of the other nun, and he was rubbing 
the head of his cock over the buttocks, smearing his come all around. Both of the nuns were 
moaning really loud then.

Jenny saw him climbing off the bed after all of his white cream had been smeared on the 
sister’s buttocks, and as he moved around so he could slide his cock into the other sister’s 
mouth, Sister Anita lifted her head up.

She began to lick the smeared come off the other woman’s buttocks, flicking her long 
tongue out as she was doing so.

That was all Jenny cared to watch She ran back to her room, her legs wobbly, and closed 
the door as silently as she could, thinking that she didn’t want anyone to know she had even 
left her room. As she lay back on her bed, opening her robe, she could feel the way her pussy 
was spasming a little bit.

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She slid her nightie up and began to finger herself, thinking about the gardener’s cock, 
and how much she wanted it.

After all, she had been fantasizing about a cock for a long time, and she had just seen a 
long, thick one. It was not until she remembered who the. two women were, and what they 
had been doing to each other, that the word crossed her mind again. It had been a long time 
since she’d thought about it. Hypocrisy.

She couldn’t wait for Sunday to come around, after that night. When she walked into the 
confessional and was asked if she had anything to confess, she started to talk about the 
fantasies that she had been having.

When the priest asked her what brought on the fantasies, she knew that she was going to 
have to tell him. There was no way to keep it in.

“It was what I saw the other night.

Sister Anita and another one of the nuns were in the gardener’s bedroom. He was making 
love to both of them as they were making love to him. I couldn’t believe what I saw.”

“You lie,” she could hear a voice saying to her. “You have to be lying. How can you slander 
the good sisters this way?”

“It is not slander. It is truth,” she said.

Sometime later that day, she was called into Sister Anita’s office. She could see the way the
woman was looking at her, and she knew that the woman had to have been told all about her 
accusations. She was asked to repeat what she had said to the priest, and when she did, she 
could feel someone sneaking up behind her.

A hand was suddenly pressing over her face. She thought that it was trying to smother her,
until she inhaled, and smelled the ether.

When she woke up, she was sitting up on her knees. Jenny tried to rub her eyes, but as she
did, she could feel something cutting into her face. She looked down, and saw that her hands 
were in some type of canister-apparatus.

It was very much like a muffler that a woman would stick her hands in during the icy cold 
of winter, only it was larger, and made of a metal. There were also large spikes sticking out of 
it, and one other thing.

Her hands were cuffed inside of the thing. She managed to lift it up again without cutting 
her face, and as she looked into the side of it, she could see that there were two metal straps 
that were connected to the inside of the canister, and her wrists had been cuffed inside with 
those metal straps.

As she let the heavy object rest on the floor, she was on her hands and knees.

Suddenly, she could hear a voice behind her. “Such accusations, you bitch,” the naked 
gardener said to her. “Such accusations can get us all in trouble. You should know that.”

He was as naked as he had been when she saw him in his room. His body was hairless, 
even around his crotch, where a man’s pubic patch would be. She could see the way his cock 
was limp, arid as he stood there, he started to stroke it.

“Perhaps it is only wishful thinking on your part, you sluttish bitch,” he said to her. 
“Perhaps you really desire me, and you have been fantasizing about it. Could that be the 
reason for your slander?”

“No,’ she said to him. “I don’t desire you. I saw what I saw. I know that I’m not making it 
up, and you know that it’s the truth, too.”

He got on his knees behind her, and slapped her ass.

“I cannot put up with your lies,” he said to her. “They would fire me if they really believed 
you were telling the truth.”

He slapped her ass again, and as she tried to move, she lifted the spiked canister up and 
felt it rubbing against her breasts. A spike cut into her right breast, piercing the skin a little bit,
causing some blood to flow.

She let out a gasp, which he interpreted the wrong way.

“Oh, so you gasp with pleasure, thinking about it, do you not?” he asked, and then she felt 
it rubbing against her from behind.

She turned her head, and saw how huge his cock was.

It hadn’t seemed so big when she had seen it from far away, but now that it was rubbing 
against her buttocks, she could see how long and thick it was. He started to slide it down 
toward her cunt lips, and as she felt some heat from it, her pussy began to get a little bit 
wetter.

“I know that you want it now, for sure,” he moaned. “I can feel the way you respond to me.
The way your lips call to me.”

“You evil bastard. Don’t lay a hand on me. Don’t touch me.”

He moved one hand to one of her breasts, and pulled hard on her nipple. Then, she could 
feel him starting to slide his other hand near her asshole. He was rubbing his finger there, and 
as he did, she felt something.

Her asshole was wet inside. She didn’t know where the wetness was from, but she could 
feel the way his finger slid into her. Her whole body began to surge with pain when she felt it, 
because she wasn’t ready for it.

“Yes, I imagine that is the way I must take you,” he said. “If you were not a virgin, I would 
take you the other way. But as you are, and must remain so until someone else takes you, I 
can only enter you here.”

He was starting to rub another finger into her asshole, and she could feel the way the pain 
increased twice as much. His fingers were spreading her a hell of a lot, and as he was sliding 
thorn in and out of her, she thought she was going to pass out.

She started to move her lips, to beg him not to do it.

But she was so scared, that even though she moved her lips, she couldn’t utter a sound. 
Soon, tears were streaming from her eyes.

She felt him inserting a third finger, making the pain increase three times as much, and as 
he was sliding them in and out of her asshole, she could hear the way he was moaning, letting
her know that he was even thicker than these three fingers.

As he pulled them out of her, she felt the thick head of his cock beginning to move against
her asshole. In trying to lurch her body forward, she fell, and felt the way the spikes were 
cutting right into the underside of her breasts.

She could feel some blood, too, and then he rammed himself in.

The pain from her breasts didn’t make her think too much about the pain of his cock in 
her asshole, until she managed to sit up a little bit and pull her breasts free from the cutting 
spikes.

Then, the pain she felt was from his cock. His hands were gripping her hips, and he was 
thrusting in and out of her as hard as he possibly could. She could feel the way his groin was 
slapping against her buttocks, and each time he would pull back a little bit, her ass felt as if it 
was closing.

But as he would thrust right back into her, it felt as if his cock was ripping her wide open 
again, and she started to pray.

“Please God, help me through this. Please God, don’t make me die.”

“Yes, pray to God,” Jenny could hear a voice saying, but it didn’t sound like it was coming 
from behind her. It was a male voice, all right, but it sounded as if it was echoing throughout 
the room. “Pray to God, because he is the only one who can help you rid yourself of the evil 
that flows through you.” And she continued to move her loins, praying as hard and as 
solemnly as she possibly could, even though the thick cock was still working her over.

When she felt it starting to throb, she could feel the pain increasing a little bit more, and 
then she felt the cream filling her. The only thing soothing about that was the fact that Jenny 
knew the cock was coming, and knew that after a cock came, it started to get smaller. When it 
happened inside of her, she began to moan a little bit, and when she felt him pulling out, she 
fell forward.

She fell right onto the spiked canister, but she was already unconscious.

The next thing that Jenny remembered when she came to (and had no idea of how long 
she had been unconscious) was the sound of a female voice.

“Yes, I just called you to tell you that everything is all right. She fell down some stairs, 
wandering through the halls late at night. No, there’s no reason for you to rush up here. 
Really, there isn’t.

“We had a doctor here, and he said that she’ll be all right. She had a very, very mild 
concussion, and now she’s going to be all right. She was hallucinating a little bit, the doctor 
said, but they were all hallucinations, and nothing more. Believe me. I’m sure that you want to 
speak to her about it.”

Then, she felt a phone being thrust into her hand, and as she looked up, she could see 
that it was Sister Anita handing it to her.

“Here, Jenny, talk to your mother and let her know that you’re all right. I’ve already 
explained the situation to her, about your hallucinations. I’m sure she’s not interested in 
hearing what they were all about.”

And as she started to speak, she could feel a pain under her breasts. Almost as if someone 
had jabbed her there with spikes.

The pain was very intense. But her mind was so befogged she no longer really knew what 
was happening to her sweet flesh.





CHAPTER FOUR


“There is something going on here,” Sally said to Diane. “And no matter how much they try to 
convince me that there isn’t, I won’t believe anyone. “This isn’t a school. It’s a torture show. A 
horror show.”

“I know what you mean,” Diane said to the blonde girl. “I feel so abused myself.”

“What happened to you?” Sally asked her. “I want to know.”

And Diane started to tell her. She couldn’t remember all of it. She did remember the way 
the man in the monk’s robe had started to push her down against the spiked table, and then, 
when she felt the pain of the spikes cutting into her ass and pussy, she felt as if she wanted to 
die.

As she opened her mouth to scream in pain, she started to feel the way the man was 
lifting her up a little bit, then pushing her back down again. Each time she was pushed down, 
the spikes seemed to rip into another part of her flesh, and she could feel the way her blood 
was flowing.

Then, she strangest thing started to happen. She opened her eyes, and her vision was a 
little blurry, because of all the pain that was surging through her body. She did see the robed 
man starting to pull his robe up a little bit.

His cock was hard, as she had thought it was. The bulge under his monk’s robe was a hard 
cock, and he started to jerk on it. The head of the cock was the thickest part, and there 
seemed to be drops at the slit of it.

Diane knew enough about cocks. As she heard the monk moaning, she felt him pressing 
his hand down on her shoulders, keeping the spikes embedded in her flesh.

And he started to come, all over her lips. She could see the way he was aiming his cock, as 
if he was hoping that the come would shoot between them and onto her tongue, but that 
didn’t happen. She felt most of it landing on her lips, and some of it was starting to drip down
her chin..

She didn’t bother to lick it away. She was thinking about it, but knew that it would be 
better if she didn’t bother.

Later, when she woke up, lying on her stomach, she rolled over. She could feel the way her
buttocks were stinging a little bit, and hated the way that it felt. She slid her hand over her ass 
cheeks, and was sure she could feel scabs.

And she started to lick her lips. Sure enough, it tasted a little bit like come.

“That was how I was sure it was come,” she said to Sally, and she looked toward the door 
of Sally’s bedroom, to make sure that no one was outside.

They had left the door ajar, just in case, realizing that if anyone was to stop by and 
overhear them they could be in trouble. This way, with the door slightly open, they could hear 
anyone first, and see them, too.

“Have you ever tasted it before so that you’d know it was come for sure?” Sally asked the 
dark-haired Jenny.

“Yes, I have. That was why I was sent here. My parents found out about me. But I really 
don’t want to go into that right now. I just know that it was come. After he abused me, he 
came on my lips and chin.”

“Something like that happened to me,” Sally said, and she started to tell Jenny as much as 
she could possibly remember.

She had been bound, with the two spiked canisters tied against her body.

They had been trying to make her admit that she was evil, but she knew that she would 
not admit it, because she was not evil.

But soon, the weight of the canisters began to get to her. Her arms were pulled back in 
such a horrid, uncomfortable position, that they were beginning to ache and get tired, and her
whole body was starting to feel sore. When she tried to lean forward against the wall, in order 
to support herself, she could feel the spikes cutting into her flesh. Then, when she tried to 
slide back a little bit, she could feel the canister behind her, and those spikes were cutting into
her flesh, too. Her situation seemed hopeless.

So she knew what she had to do. She began to speak louder.

“All right. I admit it,” she screamed out. “I admit that I’m evil. There. Wherever you are, 
you’ve heard me say it. Are you satisfied now?”

But once again, for some time, there was no answer. She continued to scream out, 
admitting that she was evil, that her body was filled with a kind of evil lust, and she hoped that
she could rid herself of it.

It seemed like she was screaming for hours, before she heard the voice.

“So, you’ve finally admitted to it,” it boomed into the room “Yes,” Sally had screamed, her 
voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Good,” was the single word that she heard at first. After a long pause, she had to finally 
speak, softly.

“Then you will untie me? I’ve suffered so much already.”

“So that is the reason why you admitted to your evil ways. You wish to be free, and that is 
all. You don’t really think that you are evil, do you?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean…” she started to say, and she heard the hideous laughter that 
started to echo through the dungeon, and through her mind.

“You don’t really know for sure. You don’t seem to know anything, do you?”

Then she could hear footsteps. When she turned her head, the spikes cut into her flesh the
way that they had before. She could see a hooded figure approaching her.

“Perhaps it was the same figure that approached me,” she heard Diane say to her, and she 
started to shake her head.

“Yes, I imagine it was. Some demented monk, or someone dressed as a monk.”

Before Sally could do anything, she felt a cloth being pressed against her nose and mouth,
and Diane knew what that was all about. They had used ether on Sally so that she was soon 
unconscious.

When she woke up, she couldn’t see a thing. She tried to move her hands, but they had 
been strapped against her thighs. She could feel how thick the leather straps were, and how 
they held her hands at the sides of her body.

“Lust,” she heard a voice starting to moan. “Lust. You feel lust and you are an evil girl 
because you feel it.”

She started to move her lips, but then, she felt something being thrust into her mouth. As 
she felt it being rammed in deep, she was choking on it a little bit, and it didn’t take more 
than a few seconds for her to realize that it was a cock. It was being rammed in and out of her 
mouth, fast and hard.

Her legs were spread wide then, and suddenly, someone was thrusting between her legs. 
She had been a virgin up until that point, and she felt her hymen being ripped so that she was
open, and no longer virginal.

As the two cocks were being worked in and out of her mouth and cunt, she could feel the 
way the pain was surging through her body. But then, as her cunt started to relax into it a little
bit, she could feel something else.

Pleasure.

The thickness of the cock in her pussy was something that she got used to, and then the 
cock was pushing her love button back and forth. There was a lot of heat from the shaft, and 
that heat was surging through her.

She began to moan a little bit around the thick shaft in her mouth. She could feel hands 
rubbing all over her body, and as they started to rub against her breasts, they were plucking 
gently at her nipples.

Her stiff pink nipples began to throb under the tender touch of the fingers. It seemed to 
her as if there were more than four hands on her flesh, too, and almost as if some of the 
hands were not male hands.

“You mean the nuns?” Diane asked her. “Do you think that some of the nuns were also 
stroking your flesh, Sally?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know I have no idea. Some of the hands were just smaller and felt 
softer. Like the hands of a woman.”

“Like this?” the dark-haired girl asked, and she slid her hand near Sally’s cheek and stroked
the soft cheek with her palm “Yes, something like that. Yes, they were hands of a woman, and 
hands of a man.”

“But you have no idea of how many there were, do you?”

Sally shook her head. She wished that she would have concentrated more, but the hands 
were rubbing all over her flesh.

Her skin was tingling so much, and as her senses were rising higher and higher, she just 
couldn’t hold back. She began to come around the cock that was inside of her pussy, and as 
she was spasming around it, it pulled back.

She felt something else entering her cunt soon. It felt like another cock, and she wondered
why the first one had not come inside of her. She wondered why it had been pulled out just as
she was coming, before it had a chance to come.

Diane told her that she thought maybe it was a dildo.

“I wouldn’t put it past anyone of those sisters to strap one on and use it, not only on you, 
but on each other.”

“But the one in my mouth was real,” Sally said.

For even though she had never sucked on a real cock before, she did feel the way the one 
in her mouth started to throb rather hard, and as it was throbbing, she felt the come shooting 
out onto her tongue.

She lapped at the come a little bit, and let it slide down her throat.

Sally had no idea of how many times her mouth had been fucked, or her cunt. She also 
had no idea of how many times she had come, because she lost track, and one orgasm 
seemed to surge right into another one.

Her skin was tingling like crazy by the time it was all over, and when all hands and cocks 
had been pulled away from her, she felt the way her flesh was starting to be whipped. She 
knew that it was a leather whip being used on her flesh.

“Now confess and let the Lord know you have had lustful thoughts,” she could hear a 
commanding voice saying to her. “Let him know that you are filled with evil and lust. Only 
when you confess will you be able to pray for forgiveness.”

It was all so insane, she was thinking, as she felt her head spinning. Hadn’t they just 
abused her and made her lust surface? And now they wanted her to confess? They were all a 
bunch of fucked-up hypocrites.

She wanted to say that. She wanted, more than anything else, to remain silent, because 
she didn’t think that it would be right to confess and say what they wanted her to say. That 
would be as bad as the sin of lying.

So she kept quiet, closing her mouth, keeping her lips clenched tightly.

When she did that, she could feel the handkerchief over her mouth and nose again, and 
soon, she passed out. The next thing she remembered was waking up in her room.

That had been a few days ago. She had been confined to her room after class, and though 
she was still confined, Sally was glad that Diane had stopped by. She hadn’t seen her friend in 
many days, and wanted someone to talk to.

When she finished telling her story, the two girls looked at each other.

“We have to get out of here,” Diane said. “I’m telling you, this place is insane. It’s like a 
monastery of hell. Like a torture castle.”

“A dungeon of pain. And what’s the reason for it all?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t even think that I want to stick around long enough to find out. I 
just want to get out.”

“And where would you go?” Sally asked her. “Where would you go? Your parents sent you 
here because they didn’t want you home and… “

“I’d go back home, and then I’d tell them what happened here. I swear that I would. I’d tell 
them about Jenny, too.”

“Jenny? What happened to her?” Sally wanted to know.

“Forget it. It’s not worth going into right now. But they also abused her. And we’re not the 
only ones, Sally. Believe me. I’ve talked with some of the other girls and things have happened
to them. Some of them think that they’ve only been dreaming it. It’s almost as if they’ve been 
brainwashed. But others know for sure that they were not dreaming. They’re just all too 
scared.”

Suddenly, Sally could feel her whole body starting to tremble. As far as she was concerned,
they were fighting against a force that was just too great for them.

She started to cry a little bit, and as she cried, Diane put her arms around her shoulders 
and began to comfort her.

“At least we do have each other,” she said to Sally, and when Sally wouldn’t stop crying, 
Diane thought about something.

It had never occurred to her that two women could make love, and the only way it had, 
was when she’d heard Jenny’s story about the nuns. She knew how nice sex was, when it was 
done to you gently.

Slowly, she put her finger under Sally’s chin and started to kiss her on the lips. She thrust 
her tongue gently into the girl’s mouth, and as Sally felt the heat that was starting to blaze 
through her body, she could feel herself getting wetter between her legs. She felt Diane’s 
hand moving up her leg, pushing her skirt up a little bit, and within seconds, Diane’s fingers 
were pressing against her panties.

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“I can make you calm down a little bit, Sally,” she said. “I can make you calm down. I can 
make you come so mildly. So nicely.”

Slowly, Diane started to slide down on the bed. She pushed Sally’s skirt all the way up over
her hips, then began to pull her panties down.

She looked at the wet cunt lips, and the light pubic patch of hair. She slid her fingers 
toward the lips and began to stroke them gently. As she did, she could hear the way that Sally 
was moaning softly.

Diane slid her tongue toward Sally’s cunt lips then and started to lick her. She ran it up and
down gently, and when she felt the way the lips were spreading wide, she began to suck on 
the love button.

Sally loved the way that it felt. It was, perhaps, the only pleasure that she had felt since her 
step-mother sent her away. The hatred that she had for Veronica began to build up inside of 
her a little bit, and she could feel the way the hatred was surging into a kind of sexual 
pleasure.

She came hard, and as Diane was sucking on her, she started to come even harder.

“Yes,” she could hear Diane moaning. “Yes, Sally. This should make you feel better. I know 
that it will. It will make you feel better.”

Sally started to moan louder and louder, then realized that the door was open. She pulled 
a pillow over her face, just in case anyone should be passing by in the halls. She started to 
think for a second about Jenny, and what might have happened to her, but decided not to 
bother herself thinking.

After all, any serious thinking was taking away from the pleasure that she was feeling, and 
as it was the only pleasure she had felt in some time (and also the only pleasure she’d felt 
since her brutal abuse), she wanted to go with it all the way.

Diane continued to lick her for the longest time, and when Diane finally had to take a rest, 
she pulled her lips away. She ran her tongue over her lips and chin to lick away whatever 
juices might have been lingering.

“That was so nice, Diane,” Sally said to her. “I want to do the same kind of thing to you. I 
want to. Really. I want to taste you.”

Diane, who knew more about sexual pleasure than Sally did, was more than willing to lay 
back. She lifted her skirt up a little bit, over her hips, then slid her panties all the way down. As 
she spread her legs, she could feel the heated breath from Sally’s mouth starting to move 
closer to her cunt.

Then, Sally started to lick her. At first, she pulled her tongue away fast, and Diane lifted her
head and smiled a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Sally. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“No. It was just that I’m not used to the taste. I will get used to it.”

She moved her mouth back, and began to lick the red, wet lips all over again. Even though
she was still not totally used to the taste, she wanted to make her friend feel the same kind of 
pleasure that she had felt.

She started to flick Diane’s love button back and forth as fast as she could, and when she 
felt the way Diane was coming, she sucked harder. Diane thrust her pussy up and down 
against Sally’s sweet sucking tongue.

Sally sucked her for about ten minutes, making her come two or three times. Then, she 
rested her head on Diane’s thigh, and stroked her.

“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here, Diane. I think that I would just go crazy. This 
place is so bizarre. I hate it.”

“I know what you mean. It’s unlike any other place I’ve ever been to.”

“Right. And it’s certainly not the kind of place that you ever want to go back to.”

“I know what you mean,” Diane said.

“And don’t worry. Together, you and I are going to try to figure out the secret as to what’s 
going on here. I know that we will.” Suddenly, the voice that they heard, took both girls by 
surprise.

“Why, you evil little witches,” they could hear Sister Anita screaming at them. “How dare 
you plot against us? And look at you. Between each other’s legs.”

“You should talk,” Diane suddenly screamed out, and then, Sally could hear a hissing 
sound in the room. It was the sound of a leather whip flying through the air, and she felt it 
striking her flesh many times.

She closed her eyes, and covered her face with her hands.

She could suddenly feel hands pulling at her body. She thought that she recognized the 
touch of some of them, thought that they were some of the hands that must have been 
abusing her when she’d been blindfolded.

She could hardly believe what happened next. She was being led up onto the roof of the 
building that the school was in. She turned back, but didn’t see Diane behind her. She hoped 
that her friend would be all right.

“Strip,” Sister Anita screamed at her, and lashed her with a whip until Sally started to peel 
off her clothing.

When she was naked, she felt her hands suddenly being pulled behind her back. The 
gardener was holding them, and as he did, Sister Anita spread her legs. At first, Sally wanted 
to make some kind of remark about what this woman was doing, about how she might want 
to lick her.

But then she saw the sister pulling out a large barber’s razor, and even though she used 
no lather or water, the sister started to shave her.

As Sally saw her blonde ringlet curls starting to fall to the floor, she began to sob a little 
bit. Her body was heaving, and when she flinched and moved, the sister pulled the razor back 
and looked up at her.

“Shall I slice you open so you can never use it again?” she asked. “Is that what you want? If 
not, don’t keep moving about.”

Sally stood as still as she possibly could, until she was clean shaven. She watched the way 
the sister started to brush the last few hairs onto the floor, and then the woman stood up and 
slapped Sally’s face.

“That was to humiliate you, you evil witch. Now, for your torture.”

The gardener let go of her hands, and reached for something. As Sally looked at it, she 
started to gasp, and tried to run. The sister pulled her by her hair, pulling her right back to 
where she had been.

The gardener took the thick wooden board, and pulled Sally’s arms near it. As he started 
to strap her arms to the top of the board, strapping her from her elbow to her shoulder, she 
didn’t want to think about what she’d seen on the underside of the board.

There were large metal spikes, very much like the spikes that had been on the canister 
when she’d been bound before. Only these were much longer and thicker.

She felt herself being lifted up, after her arms were strapped.

She was pushed down on top of the edge of the triangular ledge, right at the edge of the 
building. As she looked down for a second, she could see that one wrong move to her right 
would cause her to fall over, and fall down so far, she would surely end up killing herself. She 
looked to the left, where the sister was standing.

“Now, you shall sit here and think about your evil. I shall look up every so often to make 
sure you are here.”

Sally could feel the way the tip of the triangular ledge was cutting into her pussy, and she 
hated the way it was feeling.

She pulled her arms up as high as she could, thinking that if she let them fall down, the 
spikes would cut into the top of her tits this time. The last time she’d been bound so the 
spikes were cutting into the underside of her tits.

She began to sob as she sat there.

Now they knew that she and Diane were going to try and escape, which made it seem like 
it was going to be practically impossible. They’d kept good watch over her since the day she 
had arrived, and now that they knew she wanted to try and run away, chances were good 
they’d guard her even better.

As her shoulders heaved up and down, and the tears began to roll down her cheeks, she , 
could feel the weight of the wooden board.

It was so hard to keep her arms raised, for the wood and spikes were heavy.

She tried to hold her hands behind her head, but that only helped her to keep her arms 
raised for another few minutes. And it seemed like they were planning on keeping her up here
on this roof ledge for hours.

The first time her arms weakened, and she let them fall, the spikes cut right into her 
breasts. She screamed out in pain, and lifted her arms again, pulling the spikes right back out 
of her worn, sore tits.

In doing so, she almost lost her balance, and fell to the right. But she managed to catch 
herself just in time, balancing herself so that she didn’t have to worry about falling off of the 
side of the building.

All she had to worry about was the ledge cutting into her pussy, and the spikes cutting 
into her breasts, should her arms weaken again. She knew at all costs she had to be strong! It 
was impossible for her to even think of them falling down again.

She only knew she could not weaken.

She must get out somehow!





CHAPTER FIVE


Diane watched as they led Sally up onto the roof, and she made sure to scream out to her 
friend, so Sally would know she was with her.

“Hold on, no matter what, Sally. No matter what. They can’t keep us apart forever. They 
can’t. Don’t let anything that they do to you hurt you too much.”

She felt a hand grabbing her, and then she was being pulled out of the room where she 
and Sally had been. She looked behind her, and saw the evil-looking face of Sister Rosa. She 
couldn’t believe how strong the woman was.

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As Diane was being pushed down the stairs, she started to think of some of the things that
Sally had been telling her. She thought about the way Sally said her body had been abused by
all those hands, but she didn’t know if they were male or female hands, and suddenly, she 
could understand it.

This sister had the strength of a man. Diane tried to stand up at one point, but she felt 
herself being pushed down another flight of stairs.

Soon, they were down in what seemed to be the dungeon. It was really a basement, Diane 
knew, but the walls were made of large stones, and the shadows that were cast downstairs 
seemed to ominous and evil.

“What are you going to do to me?” the black-haired girl asked.

“We will wait for Sister Anita to come down, and then it shall be decided,” she could, hear 
the other sister saying.

“Please don’t hurt me again,” Diane said to her. “I’ve suffered enough since I’ve been here. 
Don’t hurt me anymore. I beg of you.”

At first she saw the woman smiling, and she started to smile back. But then, she saw the 
angry expression. Sister Rosa pulled her hand back and smashed the young girl across the 
face so hard, that Diane fell flat on the ground.

She stayed down there, until she felt the way the sister started to kick her.

Diane had been lying flat on the ground in the hopes of keeping herself from being hit 
again, but when the sister started to kick her, the dark-haired girl knew that she was going to 
have to do something to save herself.

She rolled onto her back, and the next time the sister tried to kick her, she managed to 
grab the woman by the foot.

As she pulled, she heard a loud crashing sound. Sister Rosa had fallen right on her ass, and
Diane thought that she could see something, but wasn’t sure. The sister’s habit flew up a little 
bit, and Diane thought that the woman was naked underneath.

But as the long skirt came to a rest on the floor, she could no longer see.

She started to climb on top of the woman’s body, and felt the way the sister was kicking 
with all her might to prevent her. The woman was starting to kick and claw with all the 
strength that she seemed to have.

“No, you bitch,” Diane screamed at her. “I won’t let you abuse me anymore. I won’t let it 
happen. You’re one fucking crazy lady, and I’m not going to be the victim of your insane ways.
I just won’t be.”

She managed to climb up on the woman’s chest. She pressed her knees down against the 
woman’s shoulders, and started to slap her across the face. As she did, she could hear a kind 
of hissing sound. The sister was spitting at her, and sounding almost like a snake. Diane really 
thought the woman was insane.

“Is it true, Sister Rosa?” she started to ask. “I want to know Is it true? Were you the other 
sister that Jenny saw in bed with Anita? You and Anita and the gardener? I want to know. Tell 
me, you bitch of a nun.”

“No,” the woman started to scream, and she was kicking at the same time. “I’ll never tell 
you anything. Never. Never.”

“I might have to kill you then,” Diane said to her. “That’s what I might have to do. I want to
know. I want to.”

She began to move her fingers to the woman’s neck, and as she was pressing her hand 
there, she could hear the way the woman was gagging. When she saw Sister Rosa’s tongue 
starting to hang out of her mouth, and saw the way her eyes were almost bulging out of her 
head, she knew that she might have been going to far.

The woman’s body began to buck up and down, and though Diane did loosen her 
throat-choking grip, she still had the power over the woman.

That was, however, until she felt a hand on her neck.

She could feel the way it was tightening around her neck, and then she was being pulled 
up to her feet, with such brute strength. She turned her head a little bit, and could see the evil 
face of the gardener.

She could also see Sister Anita standing right there.

“I heard what you said,” Sister Anita began to scream. “I heard what you said about Jenny. 
Don’t you know that the girl was just hallucinating? You have such a vile mouth, young lady. 
But that’s to be expected. I know what you used to do before your parents had the good 
sense to send you here. I know what you just did up in the room with Sally, also. You are, a 
pig.”

“Talk about pigs,” Diane spit out at her. “Did you ever take a look at yourself in the mirror, 
Sister? Do it sometime, and you’ll know what a pig is.”

She started to laugh, until Sister Anita slapped her hard across the face. Then, she fell to 
her knees in front of the woman. She could feel the way the gardener was sinking down on his
knees behind her, pulling her arm up behind her back.

Then, Sister Anita began to pull her skirt up slowly.

Diane was not at all surprised to see that the woman was wearing nothing under her skirt. 
She thought a little bit more about Sister Rosa, and realized that the split-second glance she’d
had of the woman had been enough time to know for sure that the woman was not wearing 
anything under her habit.

“You seem to like to lick people, being the vile pig that you are. Let me see if you can do 
anything to make me feel pleasure.”

“I doubt it,” Diane said. “You’re the most tight-assed bitch I’ve ever seen in my life. I doubt 
anyone could make you feel pleasure.”

“Try,” the woman said, and she took a thick leather strap, wrapped it around the girl’s neck,
and pulled her head closer.

Diane could feel the way she was gagging a little bit, because of the way the leather was 
cutting into her flesh. She could smell the scent of the nun’s pussy as her nose was being 
pulled closer.

“Now use your tongue,” she heard the woman commanding her. “Use your tongue and let 
me see what you can do.”

Diane stuck out her tongue, because she thought that the woman was going to strangle 
her to death if she didn’t.

She started to run her tongue up and down against the woman’s red, wet pussy lips, and 
she could taste a sweet flavor.

Though she felt the way the cunt cream was starting to flow into her mouth, she looked 
up, and saw the stem, cold expression on the nun’s face. The woman even started to thrust 
herself back and forth against Diane’s tongue, and Diane knew that she had to be coming, 
because of the way the juices were flowing.

But the look did not change. It was as if the nun was trying to hold back her pleasure 
moans, and she succeeded in doing so.

When Diane didn’t hear any moaning response, she pulled her head back. Sister Anita let 
her do so, until the girl’s head was far enough away, and the woman could pull her hand back 
and slap her hard across the face.

The slap made Diane’s cheek sting, and the woman ordered her to keep licking again.

“Until I tell you to stop,” she said to Diane. “When I tell you to stop, then you can, but until
that time, you keep licking me.”

Diane couldn’t believe it. The woman seemed to be one of the craziest ladies she’d ever 
seen in her life. As she looked up at the sister’s face, she could see the way her eyes were 
almost bulging out of her head.

They were getting bigger and bigger, and Sister Anita started to spit out at her.

“Do it faster, you stupid bitch. Do you hear what I’m telling you? Use your tongue faster. 
You think that you know so much, and yet you know so little. So very little. You are a fool. You 
are a stupid fool.”

Diane started to flick her tongue faster, but she was having trouble breathing, because of 
the cutting leather, because of the way her face was buried between the woman’s legs.

She worked her tongue as fast as she possibly could, but even then, the woman didn’t 
seem to be satisfied.

She finally pushed Diane back, so that the girl landed flat on her back.

“Now strip her,” she screamed out to the gardener.

Diane could feel hands all over her body. It was not only the gardener who was carrying 
out Sister Anita’s orders, but Sister Rosa was doing it, too. Even more so now Diane was 
thinking that Sister Rosa had the strength of a man, and that she could have been one of the 
people abusing Sally.

She tried to hold her clothing on, but soon, the pieces were torn off and were lying in 
scattered fragments all around her.

“Take her to the cross,” Sister Anita screamed out.

Diane felt the gardener grabbing her by her hair, and then she was being pulled across the
floor, until she found herself in front of a large cross. She was pushed on her knees, and the 
evil sister spoke.

“Now pray that you’ll be forgiven for all your sins,” she said.

Diane closed her eyes and bowed her head. She wanted to tell the sister that if anyone 
should be praying, she should be the one, but she was too scared. There were three of them, 
and she was all alone.

She was also naked, and feeling so vulnerable.

“I want to hear you praying out loud,” the sister screamed, almost as if she knew that 
Diane might have been thinking about other things. “I want to hear you asking Him to forgive 
you for being such an evil slut.”

She started to make up words as she was speaking, words that she said with no meaning 
at all.

Each time she prayed that He forgive her, she was really thinking about the two sister, and 
how they should be praying. She was really praying that He forgive her, or at least He try to 
explain what they were doing.

If Diane only knew, maybe she could deal with it. If she could only understand, then maybe
she wouldn’t think these nuns were so crazy: But she had no idea of what was going on in 
their heads.

When she had finished praying, she looked over at Sister Anita.

“Is that enough? Will He answer my prayers now?”

“I don’t think so. I think that He wants you to think about your sins even more. I believe 
that you must hang for what you did.”

She thought for sure that they were going to hang her and kill her. She could feel the 
three of them surrounding her. Suddenly, her feet were being pulled over the top of the cross,
and her hands were being pulled near each ankle. A rope was suddenly being tightly bound 
around her ankles and wrists.

Diane found herself hanging practically upside down from the cross, and she hated this 
position that she was in. The cord they had used was thick, and it seemed to be cutting into 
her flesh. The weight of her body was pulling at her wrists.

A few seconds later, the sister moved behind her. Diane could hear the swishing sound 
and feel the way the leather was cutting into her flesh each time the sister lashed the whip out
at her. She opened her mouth and started to scream.

“Scream to Him,” the sister was saying. “Scream to Him. He’s the one who you should be 
screaming to, and then maybe He’ll hear your words. But until you suffer for your sins, He 
won’t even look twice at you.”

She was lashed a few times, and felt the way the blood was dripping down her back and 
even saw some of the drops landing on the floor.

After a few more seconds, Sister Rosa turned to leave, but Sister Anita stood there for a 
few more seconds, then spoke.

“I don’t think that she is suffering enough,” the evil sister said, and Diane started to realize 
that Sister Anita was definitely the more evil of the two.

She looked into the woman’s face, and thought that she saw a flushed kind of color 
coming over her. It was the kind of red flushed color one would expect to see on a woman 
who was feeling lust.

She saw the sister reaching for something, and it was placed on the floor beneath her 
body As Diane looked down, she could see that it was a candle.

It was in a long brass candlestick holder, and the tip of the candle was just about touching 
Diane’s naked white buttocks. Sister Anita lit a match, and lit the candle. As she did, Diane 
started to lift her body a little bit.

“Shit, it’s burning me,” she said, and the sister laughed.

“It will burn down soon, but you shall feel the heat for some time.”

She turned and started to walk out of the cellar dungeon, with the other two following 
right behind her. Diane tried to keep her body raised up for as long as she possibly could, 
thinking that this was going to kill her.

She managed to hold herself up long enough for her flesh to just get a little bit charred, 
and as the candle was burning itself down, she was able to lower her body a little bit. But even
then, the flickering flame was sending a kind of heat through her flesh, a heat she did not 
want to feel at all.

The bound black-haired beauty had no idea of how long she was hanging on the cross 
when she heard some footsteps.

As the candle was burning out, and it was getting darker in the dungeon, she could hardly 
even see. But then, as the figure approached her, she was sure that she knew who it was. It 
looked like the gardener. “Please, help me,” she started to say to him. “Help me. They are 
crazy. Both of those women are insane. You have to help me.”

She could see the way he was looking at her, moving all around so he could see her naked
body from almost every angle possible. Because of the way her legs had been spread, she 
knew that her slit was open, and he seemed to be looking right inside of her pussy. She saw 
the way his mouth was starting to get wetter, and how some of the spittle began to drip down
his lips and chin.

“Can’t you talk?” she asked him “Are you dumb, or what?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he moved closer and placed his hand on her breast. As he 
stroked her lightly, she could feel the way her nipples were stiffening, and she didn’t really like
it one bit. The last thing’ she needed while she was bound this way was to feel a rise in her 
passions.

Slowly, she saw the way he started to open his zipper. He pulled his hard cock out of his 
pants, and began to slide his hand up and down the shaft. She looked at the thick head of it, 
and saw the way it was oozing with come drops.

“I can do so much for you, if only you would help me,” she started to say to him. “I swear 
that I can do so much for you, make your pleasures rise higher than those two have ever been
able to do it. I know that I can.”

He looked at her, almost as if he was not comprehending what she was saying, and 
though she continued to speak, there was more and more of a note of defeat in her voice. She
was starting to think that talking to him was senseless.

When she saw the way his cock was throbbing, she knew that he was going to be coming. 
She saw the white cream shooting out of his cock head, and it started to land all over her 
breasts and her belly.

It seemed like there was a never ending flow of cream from his cock, and by the time he 
had finished coming, her body seemed to be covered with it. She moaned a little bit as he 
started to put his cock back into his pants.

Then, he turned, and began to walk out of the room.

“No,” Diane screamed after him. “No. Don’t just leave me here. Please. I’ll do anything that 
you want, if only you would help me. I’ll do anything.”

But he kept walking, and she could hear the sound of his footsteps in the distance. For a 
few seconds, there was silence, and then she started to cry. Her sobs became louder and 
louder, until they were echoing.

Then there were footsteps again. She turned her head, causing her body to move a little 
bit, causing the ropes to cut into her wrists and ankles even more than they had been cutting 
into, her before.

He was standing there with both hands in front of him.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said to her, in a hushed voice, and then he turned and 
disappeared as fast as he possibly could.





CHAPTER SIX


“Look at her,” Anita said to him. “Don’t you desire her? Don’t you wish that you could have her
as often as it pleases you to?” She looked at the gardener, and saw the way his tongue was 
almost hanging out of his mouth. Then, she looked at the bound girl in the basement.

Leslie’s arms had been pulled behind her back, and tied together with a thick leather strap.
There was another strap around the brown-haired girl’s neck, and that strap looked almost 
like a collar. All it needed was a leash to complete the look.

A large pointed stone block was between her legs, and all one would have to do would be 
to push her down, and the jagged edge of the stone would be cutting into her pussy. As it 
was, her cunt lips looked rather wet already, and Anita was thinking of how the girl would 
squirm with pain, if her body was pressed down against it.

She slid her hand near the bulge in the gardener’s pants, and smiled.

“Yes, she is turning you on, isn’t she? It’s so easy to feel that she is.”

“It’s here breasts,” the bald, bearded man said. “They are probably the largest breasts that I
have ever seen on a woman. They are beautiful.”

“She is beautiful,” Anita said, “and she can be yours to abuse as you wish. As long as you 
keep helping us, there will be more of them. Others, just like Leslie. Just like Sally and Jenny, 
Diane, and all the others.”

She could feel the way his cock began to throb in his pants, and loved the way that pulsing
felt against the palm of her hand. She slid her hand behind his back then and started to push 
him forward a little bit.

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“Go, gardener,” she said to him, as she licked her lips. “Go to her.”

The man began to move closer, but then stopped, long before the bound girl even had a 
chance to see him. He turned around and looked at Anita, who, now out of her habit, was 
standing there with her short, curly red hair. The loose hanging garment she was wearing 
didn’t really show much of her figure, except for her large jutting breasts. He could tell that 
her nipples were even stiff under her garment.

“What is it?” she asked him, when she saw him stalling.

“I can only abuse her if I know one thing,” the gardener said. “What is the crime for which 
she is being punished? What evil has she done?”

“Only this,” the redheaded woman said, and she thrust a piece of paper under his nose. He
picked it up, and started to read it.

“Dear Jeffrey,” it began. “I don’t know why my parents sent me here, but I wish that there 
was some way I could get out. It’s so crazy here. I’ve never seen anything like it. The nuns all 
seem to be berserk, and there’s this strange man wandering around here. He is the only man I 
get to see, except for the times when we go to confession and see some of the priests and 
monks walking around.

“The man on the premises is the gardener, and he is, perhaps, one of the ugliest men I 
have ever seen in my life, at least facially. He has a large, grotesque nose, and is totally bald, 
which is something that I hate.”

The gardener looked up at Anita, and he could see she was smiling. He knew that she 
must have read this letter many times, and that she was probably even aware of what part of 
the letter he was up to the part of course, being about his ugly looks.

“Read on,” Anita said to him. “There is much more.”

“His body I must admit, looks appetizing,” the letter went on to say. “I can tell that he has a
very broad, strong chest, though when I saw him out in the garden working, and he took his 
shirt off, it was easy to tell that his chest was perfectly hairless. You know how much that turns 
me off.

“Still, the bulge in his pants lets me know that he has one huge cock. I have often thought 
about what it would be like to feel his cock in me, and my thoughts on it are very mixed. I 
think of his dick only because it is the only dick around for miles.

“But I think that he would probably be too rough on a girl. He is probably the kind of man 
who would start to thrust in and out of a girl so hard, in order to get his own rocks off.

He is probably the kind of man who wouldn’t even care whether or not the girl he was 
making love to felt any pleasure.

“His pleasure, I am sure, would be his only concern.

“And yet I still do fantasize about him, because I am longing for a cock. Oh, Jeffrey, why 
did my parents send me here? Was it because they thought they could break us apart? Was it 
because they thought that I would fall out of love with you?

“Or was it because they knew. I have often thought back to those times we spent together,
when I would fondle your limp cock, until the blood would surge into it and it would rise, and 
rise some more. I often think about the way your silky smooth cock skin tasted when it was in 
my mouth, and how much better it tasted after you would shoot your come, and I’d keep it all
in my mouth so that you were able to continue thrusting in and out of a come-filled mouth.

“Then I would swallow it and feel it sliding down my throat. Oh, Jeffrey, even writing about 
it now is making my pussy swell with longing.

“I think about the way your tongue would move in and out of me. In the short time that 
we had with each other, I believe we got to know each other so well. You got to know what 
each of your tongue flicks would do to me, and that was a wonderful thing. When you would 
start to wiggle it fast, I would come so hard.

“Just when I’d think that I’d want you to suck it, you would. You even used your teeth so 
well, rubbing them against my love button so that I would swell even more.

“But best of all, Jeffrey, was the way you used your cock inside of me. You never forced 
yourself on me, and I’ll always love you for that. Instead, as you’d be using your tongue in me, 
you’d build up a desire, until I was begging you for it. How many times did I beg you for it, 
Jeffrey?

“And even when you wouldn’t give it to me right away, you never made me suffer. You just
made me long for it even more, so that when I finally got it, it was such a reward, and my 
senses would surge like mad.

“You were never hard when you thrust. You always slid it in and out of me gently, with all 
the love that a man could have for a woman. I do remember the time when you rolled onto 
your back, holding onto my hips so that you were pulling me up on top of you. Then, I was 
able to take you for a ride.

“Oh, the heat of your cock was incredible. And because of the positioning, I was able to 
feel my love button making such sensational contact with your cock. I was also able to make 
you long to come. I remember when your cock first started to throb in me, and I slowed down.
I could see the way your chest was starting to sweat, and I even ran my fingers through the 
hairs around your nipples, until those hairs were matted and wet with your own sweat.

“You throbbed hard, but I sat all the way down on your cock, and made you want me even 
more. I waited until the throbbing subsided before I started to ride you all over again. Do you 
remember how many times I did that?

“How many times I slowed down so that your throbbing would subside? I really don’t, but 
that time, I do remember, you were begging me. It was wonderful to hear you begging me to 
let you come, Jeffrey, and as you must remember, I did. I let you come within a matter of 
minutes, after the begging began.

“When your come began to flow inside of me, it was the most wonderful feeling. Both of 
your hands slid up my body until both of my breasts were being cupped, and as you 
massaged my nipples, I could feel the way my pleasure increased even more. My hard nipples 
began to throb under your touch, and my pussy was spasming even harder around your cock, 
though as I recall, you had finished coming.

“It was incredible, Jeffrey, but now, for me, it is only a memory. I imagine that you have 
found yourself another girl, and I cannot blame you. Were there another man around here 
(aside from the hideous gardener), another man who I could trust to love me the way that you
did, chances are good that I would have him, that I would let him take me over and over 
again.

“All I have is memories however, and those will have to do for now. I am coming as I am 
writing this to you, because I am thinking of the times that we had together, wishing that we 
could be together again.

“Do you think my parents knew what we did that night in my bedroom? Do you think that 
is the reason why they sent me away to this Godforsaken place? I guess I will always wonder 
about that, but I’ll never have the nerve to ask them.

“Well, Jeffrey, I have to end this letter now. I hope that when you read it, you will 
remember me with fond thoughts. I hope that we will be able to get together one day, when 
I’m released from this hellish school. You see, Jeffrey. You see. There is still hope, and I believe 
that as long as there is hope, I can go on.

“With all the love that I have in the world for anyone, Leslie.”

The gardener folded the few pages, and handed them back to Anita.

“Well?” the redheaded woman asked him. “What do you think?”

“Where did you get it from?” he asked her, and she smiled.

“Where do you think? She put it in the box to be mailed, and I read it. I read all of the 
letters that go out, just to make sure that they are not slandering us. As you can tell, from the 
beginning of the letter, she was.”

He could see the sly look on the woman’s face, and knew that Anita must have enjoyed 
reading the part where Leslie had been talking about him, and what an ugly man he was. 
Anita was that kind of woman.

He was also quite sure that Anita had to have enjoyed the rest of the letter, and wondered 
if she had masturbated while reading it. The gardener didn’t know for sure, but he would have
placed odds claiming that she had.

“Well, now you know why she must be punished. Aside from the evil that she has done 
with her boyfriend, she has the nerve to write about it. Go, gardener. Go and abuse her. Go 
and abuse her large breasts, and then do whatever else you please.”

He stood there for a few more seconds, waiting for the redheaded woman to leave. When 
she realized what he was waiting for, she smiled, tucked the letter into her pocket, then turned
and started to walk up the stairs.

The bald man looked over at the bound girl again, then began to walk toward her. When 
she heard the sound of footsteps, she gasped. Then, she saw who it was, and a strange kind of
smile came over her face.

“Gardener, it is you,” she said to him. “Do you remember me? My name is Leslie.”

“Yes, I do remember you,” he said to her. “You talked with me before.”

“Please, you must help me. I beg of you. You must.”

“How can I help you?” he asked, playing innocent, playing dumb.

“You must help me escape. Untie me, set me free, and I will do things for you.”

When he started to laugh, it was partially real, and partially put-on. It was a hideous kind 
of laughter, and he could see the way her huge breasts were shaking up and down. Just to let 
her know that he would not help her, he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face.
Her huge breasts heaved up and down a few times, then came to a rest. He moved his fingers 
to her stiff brown nipples, and pulled on them, hard.

“Why would you want to please me?” he asked her. “Why would you want to please a man
that you think is so hideously ugly?”

I She gasped, as if she was wondering where he’ might have heard it. He laughed then, 
once again, and reached behind her neck. As he started to pull her forward, he knew that he 
was causing her pussy to press hard against the jagged edge of the stone.

He put one leg over the stone, and leaned back against it. He kept pulling her head down 
until her mouth was against his cock bulge.

“You are right, you know. I do have an enormous cock.”

Once again, she gasped, and he thought that she might have been starting to catch on. 
She might have been starting to realize that he’d read her letter.

He started to bunch her hair up in his hand, pulling at it tightly. He pulled her head back 
just a little bit, and then he opened his zipper.

As he reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, she gasped a third time, and the 
gardener loved it, because that gasp was over the size and shape of his cock. He knew that he 
had an enormous penis, and when most women tended to see it for the first time, the reaction
was usually the same.

“Now I’ll see how much you can please me,” he said to her. “And perhaps, if you can, I 
might agree to help you. But if you cannot, well, we’ll talk about that later.”

He pulled her head right back down toward his crotch, and as he started to rub his cock 
head against her lips, she seemed to be keeping her mouth closed. He yanked her hair a little 
bit harder, and when she opened her mouth to gasp, he rammed his cock right between her 
lips, all the way down her throat.

As he heard her gasping over and over again, he could feel her throat spasming so hard 
around his cock. He slammed his free hand down against her back, and even leaned over as 
much as he could to slap her ass.

Actually, the gardener knew that he was doing more than just slapping her ass. For as his 
hand smashed against her buttocks, he was causing her cunt lips to press against the jagged 
stone edge, even harder.

Each smash was pressing her, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the stone edge was 
cutting her and making her bleed. He didn’t bother to look right away. All that he was 
concerned with was his huge cock.

He pulled her head back a little bit, then started to thrust himself up and down n his groin 
smashing against her face each time he thrust up. s When he felt his cock starting to throb in 
her mouth, he could hear the way she was moaning a little bit. She had to know that he was 
going to come, and perhaps she was looking forward to it because, he’d read in her letter, she
did like the taste of a man’s come. At least she liked Jeffrey’s.

Or maybe, he thought, she was just happy that he was going to come, thinking that if she 
made him come, he’d be pleased with her and would no longer abuse her.

“Drink it all, you bitch,” he said to her, and he could feel the way his seed was starting to 
shoot out of the head of his cock. He felt the way some of his come shot into the back of her 
throat and caused her to gag a little bit more, then let her pull her head back, finally releasing 
her hair.

The gardener was glad that she didn’t pull her head back all the way.

She still kept her lips around his cock head, and even began to flick her tongue back and 
forth against the slit of his cock.

It turned him on even more when she did that, and he started to tell her how nice her 
mouth was feeling around his cock.

The gardener was happy when she still didn’t pull her mouth back, even after she had 
sucked all the come out of his cock. It was almost as if she knew that it would be best to wait 
until he told her she could pull it back, and he didn’t tell her for the longest time, because her 
lips felt good around his cock head.

“All right,” he said to her. “Pull your mouth back a little.”

As she did, he grabbed her hair again with one hand, grabbed the base of his cock with 
the other, then started to slap her across the face, nice and hard, smashing his cock back and 
forth against her cheeks and lips.

He saw the way she started to flick her tongue back and forth against the head of his cock,
and then, he pulled away from her.

As he stood a few feet away, his hard cock still sticking out of his pants, bobbing up and 
down when he moved, he could see that there were some tears in her eyes.

“I have satisfied you. Now please help me,” she said.

“Have you satisfied me?” he asked her. “Can you see that my cock is still hard, or are you 
blind? A man is not satisfied until he is limp.”

“What else do you wish to do to me?” she asked him.

It was only then, as she sat up all the way, and even lifted her ass up off the jagged stone 
edge, that he saw he’d been right. By slapping her ass and causing her pussy to press against 
the jagged edge, he had caused her to bleed.

“There are other ways a man likes to be satisfied,” he said to her.

He looked at her cunt, and it was not until she looked down, too, that she realized there 
was blood flowing from her.

“I am hurt here,” she said to him. “It would hurt me too much if you started to take me this
way. Please, I beg of you. Don t.”

“There are still other ways,” he told her.

As he said that, he started to move behind’ her. He rubbed his hand over her ass, admiring
the red marks that his slapping palm had left. He began to rub his fingers between her 
buttocks, against her asshole.

As he did, he heard the way she gasped, and then she started to cry a little bit.

“No, gardener, please. No man has ever taken me that way. Never.”

“Well, then it will be a first,” he said to her. He started to spit on the tip of his finger, and 
then he slid it back to her ass crack, probing, until he found her asshole. He worked some of 
that saliva into her, and then he started to do it over and over again. Each time he moved his 
fingers back, they seemed to slide into her more and more easily, for he was building up the 
amount of saliva that was inside her asshole, to lubricate her.

When he was sliding three fingers in and out of her, he knew that she was wet enough, 
and once again, he put one of his legs across the jagged stone, so that he was straddling it 
behind her.

He spit onto the palm of his hand, spitting out more saliva than he had before. He rubbed 
it all over his cock shaft, until it glistened.

Then, he rubbed the head of his cock, against her asshole.

As the bound girl tried to lean forward, to pull away from him, she was only succeeding in 
pressing her cunt against the jagged edge, more so than it had been pressed down there 
before. He imagined that she had to be bleeding more than she’d been bleeding before, but 
didn’t really care.

He grabbed her hips with both hands, after the head of his cock was pressing right up 
against her asshole, and then he rammed himself in.

The bound girl screamed out with pain, but he did not care. The only ones who would hear
them down in the dungeon were the other bound girls, and that would let them know that 
they might be abused soon.

“Yes, you big-titted bitch,” he moaned as he thrust in and out of her. “I think that your 
asshole feels so nice. It has to be the tightest part of your body. It will please me more than 
any other part of you.”

He was glad that she was pressing herself down against the stone the way she was, 
because her ass was lifted up higher, and he didn’t have to worry about his own body pressing
against the jagged edge.

He loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her asshole, and was quite sure, from 
the super tight feeling of her ass, that she’d never had a cock inside of it before. There were 
times when he thrust in really deep and started to grind himself around inside of her, so that 
his cock throbbed more.

When it throbbed, he could hear Leslie groaning. “I am going to die. You are going to kill 
me. You murderous bastard.”

He slapped her ass a little bit, and felt the way her asshole began to spasm around him. He
wondered if she was coming, or if it was just a reaction to the way his hand was smashing 
against her ass cheek flesh.

When he started to moan louder, she did, too. His cock was throbbing harder inside of 
her, and he knew that he would not be able to hold back. He rammed himself all the way into 
her, just as he started to shoot his load.

“Oh, now you will help me,” she was moaning. “It feels good, because I know that now you
will help me. I have pleased you.”

He started to thrust a little bit, because he liked the grunting sound that he heard from her
when she was doing it. He liked the way his groin smashed against her buttocks each time he 
thrust in.

The man kept himself inside of her ass for the longest time, and it was not until he pulled 
out that he looked at his cock, and saw that the bound girl had not been clean. He pulled 
away from her, then spoke.

“Now close your eyes for a second,” he said to her. “Close your eyes or else I will not help 
you at all. Did you hear me?”

As she closed her eyes, he grabbed her hair again. He pulled her mouth down to his cock, 
and it was not until he’d rammed it into her mouth and she started to suck, that she realized 
what she was sucking.

She tried to pull her head back, but he would not let her. As he slapped her tits a little bit, 
he commanded her to suck it all off, so that his dick would be clean.

He didn’t pull it out of her mouth until she had sucked it all off, and when he did pull his 
cock out, he saw the way she turned her head and began to spit onto the floor, trying to spit 
the taste out of her mouth.

The man pushed his cock back into his pants, and started to pull up his zipper. As he 
turned and began to leave her, she called after him.

“Where are you going? You said that you would help me. I pleased you, and you said that 
you would help me escape.”

“Did I? I cannot remember,” he laughed. “I want to know, though. Did I please you as 
much as Jeffrey did? I doubt it. I mean, how can a man as ugly as I please you? I’m afraid that 
there is nothing I can do.”

The gardener could hear the way she was cursing him as he started to walk away from her,
but he. didn’t really care. For as he approached the steps, he could see that Anita was 
standing there, with a smile on her face.

“I enjoyed watching that, gardener,” she said to him. “I enjoyed watching the way you 
abused her. It thrilled me. Come with me now, because there are some other things that I 
want you to do. Other ways in which you can thrill me.”





CHAPTER SEVEN


He was so exhausted after his encounter with Leslie, that he really wasn’t up to doing anything
with Anita. She seemed to know it, but she still led him to her room.

The gardener was not at all surprised to see Rosa lying on the bed. She was naked, and 
sitting there with her legs spread wide apart. Her short blonde hair looked rather lovely, and 
as she smiled at him, she slid her hand down to her pussy.

“Come and eat me, gardener,” she said to him. “I have been waiting for you.”

He looked at Anita, and he could see the smile on her face. He knew that she wanted to 
stand there watching him eat the blonde woman.

“Wait,” she suddenly said. “Before he does anything, I think that he should wash his cock 
off. I saw what happened after you were finished with Leslie. I saw it and don’t want to touch it
until it’s cleaned with soap.”

He walked into the bathroom and opened his pants. As he pulled his cock out, he turned 
on the water and started to soap up his hand. He rubbed the soapy suds all over his dick, and 
then rinsed it off. He did it a few times, and when he was finished, he left his cock hanging out
of his pants.

He turned back and walked into the room. The gardener was not at all surprised to see 
that the two women hadn’t waited for him Anita was already between Rosa’s legs. She was 
sliding her tongue up and down against the woman’s pussy lips, and Rosa was moaning softly.
She looked over at him and smiled, then started to lick her lips a little bit.

“If you have cleaned off all the shit, come to me and let me suck it.”

He started to open his shirt, then let it fall to the floor behind him. As he walked closer to 
the bed, he slid out of his pants, so that he was as naked as Rosa was. He leaned over, 
pressing his knees against the bed, and rubbed his cock against her lips and her eager tongue.

She started to suck him between her lips, and as she did, he slid his hand down over her 
large breasts, plucking at her nipple with his fingers. He felt the way her pink nipple stiffened 
under his touch, then heard her moaning loud.

The gardener looked, and saw the way she was thrusting her pussy up and down against 
Anita’s eager mouth, faster and faster.

He thought that it would help his cock get hard, but it didn’t. He could hardly believe it, 
for even though he was exhausted, it was rare that his cock stayed limp, particularly when it 
was in such a warm, hot mouth.

As it didn’t respond, he could feel the way Rosa was sucking on it harder and harder, and 
because she was starting to grit her teeth a little bit, and rub them over his cock shaft, it was 
hurting him a little bit.

He pulled his cock back, and began to rub the head over her lips.

Anita saw all this, and pulled her mouth away from Rosa’s pussy. She was still dressed in 
her long, flowing frock.

“What is wrong with you, gardener?” she asked him “I cannot believe you are having 
trouble getting your cock hard. What is wrong?”

“I don’t know? I’m just tired, I guess. It’s been a long day and… “

Before he could say anything more, Anita was moving toward him. She pulled her hand 
back and started to slap him across the face many times.

Her large, brutish hand hit him over and over again, and within a few seconds, he was 
reduced to tears, babbling in front of her like a baby. He was sinking to his knees, but she 
grabbed him by his moustache and beard and pulled him up.

“Stand up like a man, you fool,” the redheaded woman said to him “I cannot believe that 
you are having trouble getting a hard-on. Perhaps Rosa and I don’t please you anymore. 
Could that be it? Could it?”

“No,” he said to her. “You both please me.

“I should hope so,” the woman said to him. “I should hope so, or you know that you would
be made to suffer for it. But if we please you, get it hard.”

“I can’t,” he said to her, and the only thing he wanted to do then was run.

She moved her hand to his cock and grabbed it, holding it hard. He knew that he could 
not pull away from her then, because of the grip that she had on him She started to tug him a 
little bit, and then she spoke.

“There was a time once, gardener, when you could get it hard so often. When the sight of 
any young girl would turn you on, and you would do almost anything to please her. Can you 
remember that? Can you? For I can.”

He closed his eyes, and she slapped him across the face.

“Answer me, you fool,” she said to him, and suddenly Rosa spoke up.

“Anita, perhaps you are being too hard on him,” she said.

“Shut up,” the redheaded woman snapped back. “Shut up, Rosa. I know how to handle 
him. Haven’t I always known how to handle him? Now shut your fucking mouth before I have 
to slap you a few times, too. Answer me, gardener. Was there not a time once when the sight 
of any naked pussy would turn you on?”

“There was,” he said softly, and he could feel a tear welling up in his eye.

“And was there not a time when Rosa and I saw you with them? When we told you that we
would be the only ones who you would have?”

“Yes, there was,” he said once again, feeling like a slave to her.

“And then, when you grew tired of us, and wanted others, did we not agree that you could
have others? Answer me when I speak to you!”

“Yes. You have always been good to me. You have. Both of you.”

“Then be good to us,” Anita said, and her hand began to stroke his cock a little bit more 
gently. He could feel the way the softness of her fingers were running up and down along the 
underside of his cock, and he liked the way that felt.

Some blood did begin to fill his shaft, but it stopped after a certain point, and he couldn’t 
feel anymore surging into him As Anita realized that he was not going to stiffen anymore, she 
let go of his cock and slapped him.

Then, suddenly, she had an idea. She walked to her closet and took out the monk’s robe 
that was hanging there. She threw it at him.

“Put it on, you limp fool. Put it on right now. Be a man of the cloth again, the way you 
once were. I said, put it on!”

He began to slide the robe on, and then he pulled the belt closed in the front. He pulled 
the hood up, so that his face was practically hidden.

“Now, if there is one way that I know to turn you on, it’s by letting you loose with the whip.
Isn’t that the way it used to work, gardener? Isn’t that the way it used to work, when you ,were
in charge? Your cock would always stiffen? Didn’t it?”

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He shook his head yes, though his knees trembled a little bit.

“Good. There is a girl downstairs in the dungeon. Her name is Melissa. We found this in her
room when we went searching.”

Anita held up a large dildo, and the gardener gasped.

“That was my reaction, too. I would have liked to have found her using it, for then I would 
have made her suffer even more. But the fact that she had it was good enough for me. She is 
down in the dungeon. I want you to torture her a little bit more than she is already being 
tortured. Then, when your cock stiffens once more, I want you to come back up here and 
service both of us.”

Anita reached for a leather whip, with three tails at the end of it. She thrust it into his hand,
and he clutched it. She reached for something else, too. It was a barber’s razor, which she 
thrust into his other hand.

“Now, shave her, then abuse her, then come back to us.”

He looked into her eyes, and saw the way they were blazing with a kind of fury. Humbly, 
obediently, he turned and walked out of the room. Just as he was closing the door, he could 
hear the sound of kissing, and knew that Anita and Rosa were at it again.

‘ The man walked slowly, his body trembling a little bit As his palm made contact with the 
leather, he could feel the way his cock was already starting to respond. Anita knew him so 
well, and there was reason to hate her for that He walked down the steps of the dungeon 
slowly. As he passed by Leslie, he knew that she didn’t recognize him, because he had the 
robe on, and his face was covered. How familiar this robe felt, he was thinking.

He approached the girl named Melissa, whose eyes were closed. He looked at the way 
Anita had hung the girl from the ceiling.

Both of her hands were bound to a large wooden block that was hanging from a chain 
connected to the ceiling. Her large breasts were heaving up and down a little bit Around her 
legs was a thick rope that kept them tied together, and hanging from the rope was a large, 
weighted ball, to keep her body all stretched out.

He could see the dark hairs near her pussy, and as he placed the whip on the floor and 
moved closer to her, he started to shave the hairs away. The second the bound girl felt the 
coldness of the razor against her body, she opened her eyes.

“Father,” she said to him. “Father, I am so glad that you’re here.”

And she was, he could tell, until she looked down and saw what he was doing. She started 
to gasp, because he was hurting her a little bit. He was, after all, shaving her without using any
water or shaving cream.

She tried to swing her body a little bit, but the weighted ball prevented her from moving 
too much. And when he warned her that he might cut her, the way he had heard Anita 
warning many of the girls, she did stop trying to swing away from him.

He shaved her until there were no more hairs near her pussy, and then he stepped back 
and looked at the red lips.

“What is going on here?” she asked him. “Father, you have to be a man of God. I suspect 
that Sister Anita is not really a sister. She is too evil to be anything like that. No nun would do 
the things that she has done. But you look like a kind man, and if you are, you must help me.”

He could feel the way his cock was starting to stiffen under his robe, just like Sister Anita 
had said it would. He reached down and picked up the whip When the bound Melissa saw it, 
she screamed out.

“No, please don’t do that to me. Please don’t whip me. Father, I would do anything for 
you, if only you would not whip me.”

But it was too late. He pulled the leather back, then smashed it against her belly. He saw 
the lash marks that the leather whip had left, and then he spoke.

“A phallus was found in your room, child. What was it there for?”

“It was not mine,” she said. “Sister Anita confronted me with it, but it was not mine. I don’t 
know how it got there.”

He lashed her again, and heard the way she let out a groan.

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” he asked her. “Do you really expect me to 
believe that she might have out it there so that she could find it and accuse you of having it? 
She is a woman of the faith.”

“I am, too, Father,” the young girl said. “Believe me. I am.”

He lashed her again, but that time, he was sorry he had. He held the whip at his side then, 
and spoke in a soothing voice. “Tell me why you are at this school, Melissa. What did you do? 
Why did your parents send you away? The others all seem to have reasons. The others were all
bad and their parents wanted to send them away. Did you make love to your boyfriend?”

“No,” the bound girl said, trembling. “I never had a boyfriend.”

“Were you caught playing with yourself, then? Is that it?”

“No. I’ve never known the joys of sexual pleasure. I always thought that if I played with 
myself, it would make me long for a man. I always thought if that happened I would not wait 
until I was married, and that would be a sin. I know that it is wrong to make love to a man 
before you are married.”

He looked at her, and he was starting to believe what she said. There were some, he knew, 
who would lie and say anything just to save themselves, but he was not that sure with Melissa.
There seemed to be an aura of truth about her.

“Then why did you come to this school?” he asked her again.

“I came here because I wanted to. My parents wanted me to go to a regular school but I 
wanted to go to a good Catholic one.”

He did not lift the whip to her again. Instead, he smiled at her, and then he started to turn 
and walk away. Deep down, he wanted to release her, but he knew better than to cross Anita. 
He had shaved her, and he had whipped her enough to leave a few lash marks on her body.

Best of all, his cock was hard as a rock, which was all that Anita wanted from him at the 
moment, so he walked up the stairs.

He could not stop thinking about Melissa, however. He was quite sure that she had been 
telling him the truth. He was quite sure that Anita must have planted the phallus in the girl’s 
room perhaps because Anita could not believe anyone would be so pure of mind and body, 
and wanted this girl to be abused for it.

When he got to her room, he knocked three times, the way that he usually did, and then 
he pushed the door open.

He could see the way Anita was using the phallus on Rosa. She was holding it in her hand, 
and sliding it in and out of Rosa’s spread pussy lips. She turned and looked at him, letting her 
eyes first look at his face. But then, as her gaze wandered down and she saw the bulge in front
of the robe, she started to smile.

“Do you see, gardener? I knew that it would work for you.”

He was still holding the whip, and he was dying to lash it out at the naked redhead’s back, 
for Anita had taken off her dress, and was now as naked as Rosa was. Instead, he let the whip 
fall to the floor.

He walked closer to the bed, and Anita reached over. She opened the robe of his belt, then
slid her hand to his naked cock. She started to let her fingers wander up and down the shaft, 
and then, she pulled him toward her mouth.

As she was sliding the phallus in and out of Rosa’s pussy, she was sucking on his cock, and 
he looked down at her.

Once, there was a time when he thought of himself as evil He knew that he had to fight off
that evil, because a man of the cloth should not think the kind of thoughts that he was 
thinking. A man of the cloth should not have been doing the kind of things that he had been 
doing. But he could not help himself.

He was still evil, he knew, but it was all because of Anita.

She was like the Devil herself, he was thinking. Never in his life had he met anyone as evil 
as Anita was, and when he thought about Melissa, he felt sorry for the girl. She had, indeed, 
been set up by this redheaded bitch.

As Anita continued to suck his cock, he slid his hand behind her head and began to play 
with her curls. He started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth a little harder than she 
was usually used to taking it.

When he rammed himself into her throat at one point, and held himself in deep so that his
cock was throbbing in her throat, he heard her gag. She tried to pull her mouth back, and 
eventually, her strength won out over him.

It was not the physical strength that won out over him, he knew, for her was certainly 
much stronger than she was.

It was, instead, a mental kind of strength He looked down at her and saw the way she was 
looking up at him. Her eyes seemed to be blazing with a kind of fury, and seemed to be telling
him to let up.

He did, and when she pulled her mouth all the way back, so that his hard cock was 
bobbing up and down in the air, she spoke with great anger.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, gardener?” she asked. “Are you trying to 
take some kind of control? Is that what the hell you think you’re doing? I would not try it 
again, if I were you.”

“I am sorry,” he said in a meek voice, and when she screamed out for him to repeat what 
he had said once more, he did, louder.

“Good. Now Sister Rosa would like to feel her pussy filled with your cock. She would like to
feel it working over her cunt.”

Anita pulled the phallus out of the blonde woman, and then moved out of the way. As she 
did, he got on the bed between her legs, and started to rub his cock against her cunt lips. He 
could feel how wet and warm they were.

“Good. Now fuck her,” Anita said. “Fuck her nice and hard.”

He slid his cock into Rosa’s cunt, and felt the way the wet hot walls began to spasm 
around him right away. He could hear her moaning, and as he started to thrust in and out of 
her, he felt something else.

Anita had moved behind him. She was starting to flick her tongue back and forth against 
his buttocks, and as she did that, he liked the feeling of it. But then, she moved her mouth 
between his buttocks, and her tongue was sliding up and down against his ass crack, leaving 
traces of saliva there.

She started to direct her tongue right up against his asshole, and as she did, he felt her 
finger moving there. She began to slide her finger in and out of his asshole, and though he 
felt some pain, it was not too great.

He kept thrusting faster, hoping that Anita would not be able to keep up with his 
movement, but she was. Soon, she was sliding a second finger in and out of his asshole, and 
he was feeling a little bit more pain.

She began to laugh and as he turned his head, he saw that she was still holding the 
phallus in her hand. When their eyes made contact, he felt her rubbing the rubber phallus 
over his buttocks, and he knew what she was going to do.

“Don’t pull away from me, gardener,” she said to him. “Remember that you are never to 
pull away from me.”

The-phallus was still wet, from being inside of Rosa’s pussy, and as Anita pulled her fingers
out of his asshole, she began to slide the phallus there. He could feel how thick it was, and 
how it was stretching him.

“No, it’s hurting,” he started to moan. “Don’t push it in anymore. It’s hurting too much. 
Anita, I beg of you. Don’t do it.”

“It is good to hear you beg,” she said to him. “But I believe you should suffer some. 
Suffering will remind you of who you are, and put you in your place. We all must suffer before 
we can atone for your sins.”

She continued to push the phallus into him, until it was deep inside pf his asshole. He 
pressed his chest down against Rosa’s body, and continued to thrust his cock in and out of 
her pussy, because that was the only thing that was making him feel any kind of pleasure. The 
dildo was causing him pain.

Anita began to twist the dildo around, and after a short while, it felt like she was actually 
ripping the skin off his asshole. He just hated the way that it felt, and didn’t think he would 
ever be able to come.

But then, his cock started to throb inside of Rosa, and as the blonde woman was moaning 
louder, Anita knew what was happening.

“Yes, now fill her cunt with your cream,” she said to him. “Fill her cunt with your hot cream. 
She wants it, and maybe after she gets it this time, she’ll be satisfied and won’t need to feel it 
for a long time.”

He tried to hold back, but realized that with his ass filled, he could not. He started to shoot
one thick load after another into Rosa’s pussy, and as he was filling her, he felt Anita pulling 
the dildo back.

He started to thrust a little bit faster for those last few seconds, moaning louder as he did. 
Rosa wrapped her legs around his body, and slid her arms up and down his sweaty back, 
scratching him with her nails just a little.

He felt Anita’s strong fingers rubbing over his buttocks, and she seemed to be smearing 
his sweat all over his ass flesh, too. When he felt his cock go limp inside of the blonde 
woman’s cunt, he rolled over on the bed.

“And now what will I do?” he heard Anita saying, and he opened his eyes.

“What?”

“What will I do? I wanted to feel you inside of me, too, gardener. It was hard enough to 
get it up the last time. I think that it will be impossible for you to get it up again to fuck me. 
You bastard. You bloody bastard!”

Suddenly, he felt the whip lashing his flesh, hard. She only hit him once.

Then she let the whip fall to the floor, and moved toward him.

“Now get out of here, gardener. The sight of you is making me sick at this moment. Get 
out of my room. Go to your own room and rest.”

He picked up his clothing and started to put on his pants. As he was starting to slip into 
his shirt, she screamed at him, telling him to get out. So he left her room half-naked, filled 
with hate for her.

As he walked toward his room, he could not stop thinking about Melissa.

He knew that there was something wrong with torturing the students the way Anita liked 
to do it, but more often than not, she had a reason. Some of the girls were evil.

Leslie was a perfect example, and the letter that Anita had found was proof of how evil a 
girl Leslie was.

But Melissa, as far as he was concerned, had been innocent. He had even seen Anita using 
that same dildo she accused Melissa of having.

He walked into his room and closed the door, locking it, because he didn’t want the 
redheaded woman to come in. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to rid his 
mind of all evil thoughts, because this time, the evil was directed against Anita, as he thought 
of the things he wanted to do to her.

He. could hear her voice in his head, and hated what he heard.

“Remember who is in charge, gardener. I am. You are not. And don’t ever forget it.”

He started to shake his head. No. He would never forget it. How could he ever forget it? 
She never let him. She was always reminding him.

And he started to think back, memories swirling through him He could remember a time 
once, many years ago, when he had been in charge.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Yes, once he had been in charge. Once he’d been the priest at this school, and he’d been the 
only priest. He’d been a good man, and all the young girls seemed to love him and admire 
him He was not only their Father, but he was a fatherly figure.

There had been another gardener, whose name he couldn’t even remember.

He had a few nuns working under him, and they would teach the classes. Sometimes he 
would go and observe, to make sure that they were not abusing their students. Of course, it a 
student stepped out of line, strict discipline had to be enforced. That usually came in the form 
of having their palms slapped with a hard wooden ruler.

He did suffer from the sin of lust. Every so often, he would see a young girl who he 
thought was beautiful, but he would never do anything with her. He would look at her and 
study the curves of her body underneath the uniform that the girls were required to wear. He 
would memorize those curves, particularly the curves of the breasts, and when he was alone in
his room he would think about it.

His hand would slide down to the front of his robe, and he would start to stroke himself, 
gently at first. As he’d feel it rising, he would usually open his robe and then feel his naked 
flesh. His hand would continue to slide up and down his cock pole until the come would shoot
out of the slit.

Then one year, Anita was sent to the school. She was a long-haired redheaded bitch, and 
he could tell from the very start that she was going to be trouble. Her parents had sent her to 
the school because she was something of a slut back home. He would never forget how hard 
it had been for her mother to tell him about it.

Anita would meet a boy, and want him right away She seemed to love the feeling of a man
inside of her, and did almost anything that she could to have a man.”

The very first time he saw her, he knew that she was even coming on to him. He could tell 
by the way she looked at him, that she wanted him, and it was not until they were alone once, 
that she actually came out and said it.

“Father, I would love to suck on your cock. I would love to have it in my mouth. I know that
I could please you. I just know it.”

He tried not to listen to what she was saying, but her words were stimulating him. He saw 
the way she was licking her lips, running her long red tongue over them until her lips were 
nice and wet.

“My mouth could be a home for you, Father,” she said to him. “It could be a wonderful, 
warm home for you. And once you came in my home, you would never want to leave it. 
Unless, of course, you wanted to enter my other home.”

When she said that, she had spread her legs. She had started to pull her skirt up a little bit,
and he saw that her panties were wet right where her pussy would be. She even pressed her 
fingers against her panties a little bit, and he knew that she was rubbing the fabric over her 
clitoris.

For he did understand the physical workings of a woman.

He turned his back on her and walked out of the room. He remembered what she’d said.

“Oh, what’s the matter, Father? Are you queer or something?”

He had been outraged. He wanted to turn back and slap her across the face, but he knew 
how strong he was, and if he’d unleashed his anger upon her, he thought that he could have 
easily broken her neck.

Anita continued to entice him, and he knew that she was being bad in her classes, too. 
Many of the nuns spoke to him about it, and he told them that they should whip her with the 
ruler as often as possible.

But no matter how much he hated her, because she seemed to be trying to entice him, he 
was still turned on to her. The day when she showed him her wet panties, he went back to his 
room, pulled it out, and jerked it until he had come. Even then, he did not lose his erection, 
and he had to continue jerking it. He did so a few times, until his cock shot off a few times and
finally went limp.

Then one day, one of the nuns came racing into his room.

“She’s at it again,” the woman said to him. “You must come and see what she is doing for 
you would never believe it.”

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He followed the sister down the hall, until they were standing outside of Anita’s room. The 
door was ajar, and as he looked inside, he could see her naked on her bed. There was another 
naked girl on the bed. It was blonde-haired Rosa.

Anita was between Rosa’s legs, licking her. As she was doing it, Rosa was moaning and 
thrusting herself up and down gently She was stroking Anita’s long red hair, and from the 
sound of it, Anita seemed to be sucking very hard.

The father turned away from it. He was outraged, but also aroused.

He whispered to the sister, telling her to send Anita to his office when she was finished. He
walked to his office as fast as he could, then sat down behind his desk and waited for her. He 
knew that he had to control himself, because he was so angry that he wanted to kill her. Many
of the students tried to break the rules.

But Anita seemed to be trying to defy him, personally.

When she walked into his office about a half an hour later, she was dressed.

“Sister Maria said that you wish to see me?” the girl asked him.

“Yes. We saw what you were doing with Rosa. I want you to explain yourself.”

“What is there to explain, Father?” she asked, with some sarcasm in her voice. “You saw me
licking her. I was eating her pussy. Do I need to go into more detail? It’s not my fault, you 
know. A pussy is the only thing I can find to eat around here. There are no cocks. Except for 
yours, that is.”

“Silence,” he said to her, standing up and screaming.

“Why? I can see that you are aroused, Father. I don’t know why you constantly try to deny 
it. Why do you try to hide it from me?”

And of course, there was a reason why. He was a priest, and he couldn’t do anything like 
that. Not with a student. Not with any woman.

“Look at the way your cock bobs under your robe,” she said to him. “I can tell that it is a 
long, fine instrument, and my pussy is starting to get wetter as I sit here thinking about what it
would feel like inside of me. I know that I want to feel it in. me. I once talked to you about 
feeling it in my mouth, but now I know that I don’t want it in my mouth. I want it in my cunt.”

She started to pull her skirt up, and that time, he could see her naked cunt. She didn’t have
any panties on underneath, and her red pussy hairs seemed to be wet and matted. Her lips 
were very wet, too, and as she sat there and he looked at her, his cock bobbed up and down 
even more under his robe.

He would never forget the way that Anita had started to play with herself. She had started 
to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. That was as much as he could take. He ran over to 
her and grabbed her by the arm.

He pulled her out of her office, and as he was dragging her down the steps to the 
dungeon, he could hear her laughing.

“No, Father. Obviously you haven’t had a woman in a very long time. You’re supposed to 
grab be between the legs, not by the arm.” Her laughter was echoing through the dungeon, 
and he hated her for it. When he was with her alone, downstairs, he pulled out a whip.

“Now take off your clothing,” he said to her. “Do it now.”

“I never thought you’d ask,” she said, in that seductive bitch tone of hers. “I’ve been 
hoping that you’d want me to.”

He lashed her hard on the wrist, and for the first time, she gasped a little bit. That one hard
blow let her know that he meant business. Slowly, she started to open the buttons of her 
blouse, and when he saw her naked breasts, he loved the sight of them They were not so 
large, but they were very firm, and her nipples were a deep pink color. They were also stiff at 
the time.

She let her blouse slid onto the floor, then kicked off her shoes as she started to take off 
her skirt. Within a few more seconds, Anita was standing before him naked.

“Now what? Shall I take off your robe for you and then we can fuck?”

He lashed her again, that time on her thigh, and commanded her.

“Sit down,” he said. “Sit down in that chair over there.”

“Fine. If I sit, then my mouth will be at a perfect level for sucking your cock, Father. And 
you know that’s what I have in mind.”

She did sit, and then-he moved behind her. He reached down and stroked her breasts.

As his two hands cupped her two breasts, he could hear the way that she was moaning, 
and she was even licking her lips a little bit more.

“Oh, Father, that feels so nice. Slide your fingers down to my pussy.”

He was just about to, getting ready to slide his fingers to her cunt lips so he could touch 
the very first cunt in his life. He wanted to spread the lips wide and look at the little love 
button he had heard and read so much about.

But just then, he stopped himself. He quickly reached for a thick piece of cord, and before 
she knew what was happening, he’d I pulled her arms tightly behind her back and was starting
to bind her wrists together.

At the same time, he was tying her arms to the back of the chair.

Though she seemed to be a little bit more scared than she had been before, she was still 
acting the role of the enticing bitch.

“Oh, I understand it now,” she said to him. “I should have realized it before. You’re into 
bondage. It makes sense that a man in your position would be into something like that. Fine. 
I’m bound now. You can fuck me.”

He pulled away from her again, and then he reached for a pot. There was water in it. He 
put it over a flame, until the water was boiling. She watched what he was doing, but didn’t 
seem to understand it.

When the water was boiling rapidly, he reached for a pair of tongs. He started to put them 
in the hot, boiling water, and then he looked at her.

“What are you going to do with those?” she asked, warily.

“What do you think?” he said to her. “I am going to make your body burn. But it won’t be 
with the sexual heat that you desire.”

He would never forget the way Anita’s eyes were bulging with fear. It was one of the first 
and only times he would see her in such a fearful, defenseless position.

“I’ll scream,” she said to him. “I’ll scream so loud that all the sisters will come running, an 
when they see what you’re doing to me, you’ll be in trouble. I’m telling you, Father, I’ll scream 
as loud as I’ve ever screamed in my life.”

It was then that he pulled out the gag and tied it around her head, making sure that it was
stuffed into her mouth.

“I’d like to see you scream now,” he said to her, and he laughed.

Then, he took the heated blazing tongs, and pressed them against her nipple. He saw the 
way she was squirming in her seat, and he laughed some more. He moved them back to the 
boiling water, and then he placed them against her other nipple.

He could hear the sound of the searing flesh, and smell it, too.

He did this a number of times, until the girl had tears in her eyes.

“Now perhaps I should do this between your legs,” he said to her. “I’ve a feeling that if I 
did do it between your legs, you wouldn’t feel the lust that you so often feel. It might make it 
subside forever.”

She tried to press her legs together, and he slid his hand there. With one hand he tried to 
pry her legs apart, because his other hand was holding the tongs, and he couldn’t let go of 
them because they were hot.

“Spread your legs, you bitch,” he said to her, and he slapped her face. She was shaking her
head violently back and forth. He moved his hand to the gag and pulled it down so that she 
could speak.

“Never. I’ll never let you burn my cunt, you bastard.”

“You won’t have any choice,” he said to her. “I’m going to do it.”

“No. Look, Father. Look at the way your cock seems to be bobbing up and down under 
your robe, even more so than before. I can tell that you really do desire me. It you wish to 
make me burn, make me burn with lust. Make me burn because that cock of yours is working 
me over. Please.”

He felt the way he was starting to weaken. Those her nipples looked sore and abused 
because of the way he had been burning them, the rest of her body was still so alluring. Her 
flesh was glistening with a kind of sweat.

“Have you ever had a woman before?” she asked him. “I think that you probably haven’t. I 
think that you must have a great desire to know what a woman feels like. To know what 
anything other than your hand will feel like against your cock.”

And he knew that she was speaking the truth. How many times had he longed to feel a 
woman, and know what it was all about? How many times had he wanted to sin with one of 
the girls in the school he ran?

Anita was one of the most alluring bitches he’d ever seen, and she was also one of the first
girls he had seen totally naked.

“Let me lick it first, and once I do, you’ll know. You should keep in mind that my pussy will 
feel even better than my mouth.”

He could not control himself. He did drop the tongs on the floor. He blew out the flames, 
and pushed the boiling water away. He opened his robe, and as he stood before her, his 
naked cock dripping at the slit, she moaned.

“And Father, it is the most glorious cock that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’ve seen many of them 
in my life, but yours is the largest, the most wonderful looking.”

She started to flick her tongue in and out of her mouth, and he knew that he was going to 
have to rub his cock against her tongue.

The second that he did, he could feel his knees going weak. Her tongue felt so sensational,
and as he slid his cock deeper into her mouth, she started to moan and suck and work her 
tongue faster, along the underside.

He was already in his thirties at the time, and this sensation was new to him. He could not 
control himself much longer. He started to come in her mouth after only thrusting in and out 
from between her lips, once.

He pulled back a little bit, and felt how hard she sucked him. Her tongue was licking at the 
shooting slit of his cock, and he had to hold onto her shoulders because his knees were 
starting to weaken. He could feel the way his body was breaking out into a deep passion 
sweat, and he was loving it.

When the father had finished shooting in her mouth, she kept sucking on him, and he did 
not lose his erection. She did pull her mouth back a few seconds later, and started to smile, 
exhaling warm air against his dick.

“Oh, Father, this cock is amazing. I want to suck out one more load, and then I’m going to 
let you fuck my pussy. I know that you had to love my mouth. I know because you came in 
such a short time. You love my mouth, and I love your cock.”

He thrust himself back into her mouth, and the sensations were as good as they had been 
the first time. He could feel her fast, skilled tongue flicking against his cock shaft, and there 
were moments when he was all the way in her mouth, and he was feeling her tongue against 
his balls.

At one point, he pulled out of her mouth and she sucked his balls between her lips.

His shaft was rubbing over her face, and he knew that she loved it. As his cock moved near
her nose, he could hear her inhaling, and when she dropped his balls, she told him that his 
cock smelled wonderful.

He came in her mouth a second time then. After that, he started to untie her, and as she 
lay back, he moved his cock into her cunt.

Anita had been right. He had thought her mouth was wonderful, but her cunt was even 
better. She was nice and tight, and when she started to spasm around him, it was a feeling 
unlike anything else. Her mouth hadn’t worked him over like that.

The heat between her legs was a hundred times greater than the heat of her mouth, and 
though he tried to hold back, he could not control himself. He started to thrust faster, and 
then he was coming in her.

As he thought about it, he remembered that he had come with her five times that first 
time in the dungeon. He had come twice in her mouth, then twice in her pussy, and then she 
had sucked him off one last time.

After that, their relationship changed. He told her that no one could know about what they
were doing, and she agreed to it. But she was such a bitch when it came to her manners in 
class. She would be sent to his office often, by many of her teachers, and there was really no 
way he could reprimand her.

One day, she came to his office with Rosa,” because both of them had been talking 
through their entire Math class. Anita started to come on to him right in front of the’ 
blonde-haired Rosa, and then she told him that she wanted him to fuck Rosa.

He was upset, but the redheaded bitch told him that Rosa knew all about it.

“She’s my best friend, and I had to tell someone,” Anita said.

When Rosa stripped, he saw that her body was different from Anita’s, and he was turned 
on by the way she looked. She lay across his desk, and then he thrust his cock into her pussy 
and started to fuck her.

Anita was sucking on one of his nipples as he did that, and he could feel the way his cock 
was throbbing over and over again. When he came inside of Rosa, she loved it, and that was 
when the two girls started to tell him.

“We never want to leave this school, Father,” they said. “We want to start teaching at this 
school. Get rid of the others.”

“What? You cannot teach here,” he told them. “You are not certified. And you are not 
sisters. It would be impossible.”

“Rosa has no parents, and mine don’t care about me. We have both found a new home 
where we wish to stay forever,” Anita said to him. “The year is almost up. Just tell the sisters 
that you are closing the school next year, that you no longer wish to keep it open. Then they 
will leave.”

He started to shake his head no. He knew that he couldn’t do it.

Anita slid her hand to his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it. As she did, a wicked smile
was coming over her face. She licked her lips seductively, then moved her mouth to his ear 
and whispered.

“You do not understand, Father. I am not asking you to do this. I am telling you that this is 
the way things will be done. Your career will be ruined if Rosa and I were to tell them what you
have done to us. It would be ruined, and there would be nothing that you could do about it. 
You would be scorned by the Church.”

He looked at her, as if he couldn’t believe her, but she nodded.

“Oh yes, Father, I am not kidding. You must take me seriously. If we get all new students 
next year, they will never know that Rosa and I are not nuns. They will think that we are, and 
we shall act the part. And we shall also be in charge.”

“What?” he asked.

“You heard me. You shall be the gardener here, because we need someone to look after 
the grounds. Rosa and I will satisfy you the way that you need it, but you will also be satisfied 
in other ways. There will be other girls coming to the school: “I am sure that you’ve lusted for 
many of the students. Everyone is basically evil, including you, gardener,” Anita told him, and 
it was the first time she had ever called him by that title. “Everyone is evil, and so they must be
punished for it. No one will ever suspect that once you were a priest. And no one will ever 
suspect that once we were just two students who had to be punished.”

“No,” he screamed at her. “I will not go along with this. I won’t let you do anything like 
this. You have to be crazy.”

“You have no choice,” she screamed back at him. “I am not giving you a choice, you stupid,
pathetic man. You have already sinned past the point of no return. Do you want to be ruined 
completely? Fine, then I shall ruin you.”

And he knew that she was not kidding. He knew that she would do exactly as she said. He 
suddenly realized that she had to be the most evil girl he’d ever met in his life. She was the 
female Devil, placed on earth to make his life Hell.

He did not make a decision right away, because the term was not over. But she would 
bring it up almost everyday, letting him know that it was almost time for summer, and the 
sisters would have to be told soon-told that they were not to come back.

The last day of the term, he gave them all their notice. The school would be closing.





CHAPTER NINE


But of course, it did not close. He just told all the sisters that it would so that they would not 
return next term.

When the new term started, there were only two sisters in charge. They were Sister Anita 
and Sister Rosa, and they ran the school like the strictest disciplinarians anyone could hope to 
come across.

It had been that way now for over ten years. He had been reduced to playing the part of 
the gardener, and what he got in return was sex.

It seemed like there was no such thing as a student who did not break the rules. Anita 
found something wrong with almost all of them, and her devilish mind seemed to devise the 
worst, most bizarre kinds of punishments possible.

He had seen her tying some girls in ways that he never would have believed. He had seen 
more blood than he’d ever seen in his life, and though his hatred for the woman was growing 
stronger, he thought that there was nothing he could do about it.

When he tried to fight back, she would always remind him that she knew his secret. She 
would always reduce him to shit, verbally.

As he lay in his bed, he was thinking of poor Melissa. He hated Anita more than ever for 
what she had done to Melissa, because it was different with the lovely girl.

He knew that Anita had been right when she told him that all girls were basically evil. He 
knew that many of them were sent away to the school by their parents, because of lustful 
thoughts that they might have had. Being sent away to the school didn’t really stifle the 
thoughts-it seemed to make the thoughts occur more often.

But Melissa had come to the school with a pure mind, so that she could learn how to be a 
good Catholic. Anita seemed to hate the girl for that, and he was sure that Anita had planted 
the rubber phallus in Melissa’s room.

For the first time in years, it hit him. What was happening? What was he letting them do? 
Was it worth it to make all these girls suffer? Was it?

He put his shirt on and started to button it. Then, he got off his bed and walked down the 
hall toward Anita’s room. When he knocked on the door and she did not answer, he was glad. 
He opened it and walked into the room.

Inside of her closet was the monk’s robe. She never let him have it, unless she wanted him 
to wear it. He took it and went back to his room.

Within a few more minutes, he was putting the robe on.

Then, he started to walk down to the dungeon, where he was sure he would find her. He 
passed many girls who were hanging from their bound positions, and he could hear the 
agonized moans that were coming from them. As he passed by Melissa, he wanted to free her,
but he didn’t know if he should do it yet.

Just then, he could hear the loud sound of a whip.

“You bitch,” he heard Anita screaming. “You two were plotting against me again, weren’t 
you? When will you learn that you must repent for your sins? When will you learn that you 
must be a good girl, and not an evil bitch?”

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“No,” he heard an agonized voice moaning. “You’re wrong, Sister Anita. I would never want
to plot against you. Never.”

“Then are you blaming Diane for all of it?” her evil voice screamed. “Because if you are, I 
can tell Diane that, when I go and torture her.”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. Neither one of us is plotting anything. You’re just too 
paranoid. That’s what your problem is.”

He heard the lashing sound of leather hitting flesh again, and he walked closer, until he 
could see what was happening.

He recognized Sally, the beautiful blonde girl he had tortured a few times himself. She 
didn’t look as lovely as she’d once looked, he thought. Three months at this school had aged 
her, put lines on her face, made her grow more mature. Or maybe it was not maturity, he was 
thinking. Maybe it was just a hardness, a coldness, built up by the evil tortures of Sister Anita.

Sally was tied to a thick wooden cross. Her arms had been pulled behind the top part of 
the T of the cross, and ropes had been used to make sure that she could not move away. Her 
legs were spread rather wide, and as he looked closer, he could see that there was a metal 
spiked piece between her legs.

It was sticking out of the upright part of the cross, and as the whip struck Sally’s body 
again, and she tried to move, the spiked piece slid right into her cunt and caused her to groan
with agony.

“You’re a sick bitch,” she started to scream at the nun. “You’re a sick bitch, Sister Anita. 
Diane was right. You’re the most fucked up woman I’ve ever run across in my life. You’re mind 
isn’t all there. I don’t know what it is, but you’re horrible. You’re hateful. I wish you would drop
dead.”

He saw the way Anita lashed the girl. The whip seemed to slide around Sally’s neck and hit 
her on her shoulder, adding another deep red gash mark to the half or dozen marks that were
already there.

He pulled his hood up to cover his face, and as he approached them, Sally looked over 
and screamed out, as loud as she could.

“Father, please. Help me. Help me. This nun is sick.”

When Anita heard Sally calling out, she thought that the girl might have been 
hallucinating. She lashed Sally once more, and then, as she was pulling the whip back again, 
she felt a hand touching hers.

“No, Sister Anita. Don’t hurt the girl anymore,” he said, in a soothing, comforting kind of 
voice that he hadn’t used in a long time.

She whirled around, and he could see how angry she was to see him wearing the monk’s 
robe. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the bound blonde.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered. “Gardener, take off that robe and get out of 
here. I didn’t tell you to come down here.”

“I was looking for you,” he said, as innocently as he could.

“In that robe? What are you trying to do? Huh? Tell me.”

“I didn’t want any of the girls to recognize me,” he said to her. “That is all there is to it.

I wanted to talk to you.”

“I’m busy. Now get the hell out of here and leave me to finish my work.”

‘No,” he said, grabbing the whip from her. As he felt the leather handle in his palm, he 
could feel his cock starting to stiffen. The feeling of leather, against any part of his body, 
always made him respond that way.

Anita looked down at his cock, and she started to smile a little bit. “Oh, I see. You have 
rested, and now you are aroused again. Very well, gardener. I have other things to do. You can
finish whipping her.”

He was glad that she gave the whip up so easily. He had even been expecting her to try 
and use it on him, and he was glad that she did not.

She started to leave, but then she turned back and whispered.

“And when you are finished, come to my room. I will be waiting for you.”

She laughed, and he could hear her laughter as she started to climb up the steps of the 
dungeon. He waited a long time before turning back, because he could remember the time 
when he had tortured Leslie. He’d thought that Anita had left the dungeon, but she had been 
standing there the whole time, watching.

When he heard the sound of the door being slammed shut, he knew that she was gone.

He walked over to Sally, who was trembling and crying.

“Please, Father, I have suffered so much abuse. Don’t hit me anymore. Please. I was not 
plotting against Sister Anita. She is crazy. I would never try to plot against her. I know that she 
would hurt me too much.”

“Do not worry, my child,” he said to her. “I have come to help you.”

As he pulled the hood down, however, Sally gasped. She recognized the gardener and 
remembered the way he had abused her up on the roof. She remembered the feeling of his 
huge cock inside of her, and those memories were filled with more pain than any others that 
she had had in a long time.

She opened her mouth to scream and he quickly moved his hand to cover it.

“No, Sally, don’t scream,” he whispered. “I really have come to help you. I can’t believe 
what’s going on here. I’ve come to try and put an end to it.”

When he started to untie her, she had to know that he was telling the truth. When her 
bound wrists were free, he helped her off the cutting spiked piece.

She-did notice the huge bulge in front of his robe, and was scared of it. When he saw the 
way she was reacting to it, he stroked her hair.

“Really. This time I have come to help you. Do you have any idea of where Diane is? She 
must be tied up here, too.”

“I think she’s over this way,” Sally said, and he took her hand and let her lead him through 
the maze-like passages.

He could see some other girls hung in the most bizarre positions.

One was hanging upside down, with a leather strap around one ankle. Her nipple looked 
like it had been pierced, and there was a ring through it. A leaden weight was hanging from a 
rope that was connected to the ring, so that the girl’s breast was being stretched. She looked 
like she was in agonized pain.

Another girl was hanging by one wrist. Two rings were piercing the lips of her pussy, and 
two different weights were connected to those rings, so that even though the pussy lips were 
being stretched, one was being stretched more than the other.

When they found Diane, she was in a horrid position, too.

There was a rope around her neck, and her body had been pulled back. The rope around 
her neck was tied, at either end, to her two ankles. When she tried to move at all, she only 
succeeded in making the rope cut into her neck even more.

He ran over to her and started to untie her immediately. As he did, she looked at him and 
began to cry, tears of joy.

“You said that you would help me, and I did believe you. In fact, it was my belief that kept 
me going all this time. But I have no idea of how much time has passed. How long have I been
down here, gardener?”

“You can call me Father,” he said to her, and both girls gasped.

“What?” Diane asked him “But you are nothing but a mere gardener. How dare you 
assume the title of a religious man.”

“But I am,” he said to her. “I am a priest.

Or I once was a priest, until I let that woman take control of everything here.”

“Then she is really not a nun?” Diane asked him. “Has she been wearing the habit without 
really being an ordained nun?”

He shook his head, and Diane started to laugh a little bit. But soon, her laughter turned 
into tears of relief. She clung to him and started to hug him. As she rubbed her naked body 
against his, she could feel the way his cock was hard under his robe.

She pulled back, and slid her hand to the thick cock bulge.

“But I don’t understand. You are a Priest and yet you have been doing all these things to 
us? You have been torturing us?”

“Yes,” he said. “I can’t explain it all now.”

“And you feel lust,” she said to him. “That is not right. You feel lust.”

He felt like he was going to break down in tears, but he managed to hold on. He hugged 
the girl, and then he kissed her forehead.

“You have to understand that I am a man first, and a Priest second. I guess that doesn’t 
make me a very good Priest.”

He could feel the heat of her body as he started to stroke her, and he could not control 
himself. It was true, that he was a man first, and his manly cock was throbbing under his robe. 
He began to massage Diane’s body gently, and as he was doing it, he could feel the way her 
breasts were heaving.

He moved his lips to her breast and began to kiss it gently, sucking her nipple between his
lips. It was one of the first times that he had ever kissed a woman gently, and he loved the way
that it was feeling.

He licked his way from one breast to the other, and then he started to flick his tongue as 
he was sinking to his knees.

He moved his mouth to her pussy and began to lick her. As he flicked her love button 
back and forth, he could feel the way her juices were flowing. She opened his robe and started
to massage his shoulders a little bit. Then, she slid his robe down so that he was naked, and 
smiled at Sally.

Sally moved behind him. She started to lick his neck, rubbing her pussy against his back at 
the same time. He slid one hand behind his body so that he could massage her buttocks a 
little bit as she pressed against him.

The man could not get enough of the pussy. He loved the way it tasted, and was amazed 
at the flow of juices. Anita had convinced him that only hard sex would make a woman flow, 
but now, as he was licking Diane, he knew that Anita had been lying to him. She had lied to 
him about so much.

His career was ruined no matter what. He knew that he should have realized it as soon as 
he’d lusted for Anita, years back, as soon as he realized that he was a man first, because that 
was not the right way for a man of the cloth to think.

A true man of the cloth would be a lover of God first. But he was not.

He felt the way Sally started to sink to her knees behind him, and she slid her hand around
and grasped his cock. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, then moved her lips to his ear 
and began to flick her tongue in and out.

He could feel the surging in his body, even more, and he started to moan.

Than, Diane was getting down on her knees, facing him. He could feel the way she reached
for his cock and began to rub it against her pussy.

She slid his cock right into her, and though it felt nice, he knew that the positioning wasn’t 
really the best. Within a few more seconds, she was lying on her back, and he was thrusting 
his way in and out of her.

As he did, Sally moved in front of him. He moved his mouth to her pussy and began to eat
her, flicking his tongue in and out of her cunt.

Her cream tasted so wonderful. He sucked on her harder and harder, and felt the way her 
orgasms were getting more intense. She was moaning louder and louder as he was sucking 
her, and then she moved her lips to his.

Kissing her was sensational. He could feel the heat surging through his body even more, 
and his cock began to throb inside of Diane.

As he started to come in her, he could feel her hands rubbing up and down his body. She 
slid her hands to his buttocks and squeezed them a little bit. When she moved her finger to 
his asshole, he remembered the brutal way in which Anita had been thrusting the dildo in and 
out of his ass, and he hated her so much more for it.

When he pulled out of Diane, his cock was still hard.

“Now me,” Sally said. “I want you to fuck me gently. I want you to fuck me gently and 
make me feel some pleasure to make up for all the pain that I was feeling.”

He saw the way she lay back and spread her legs. He moved his cock right between them 
and started to rub it over her pussy lips. As he did, she was getting wetter, and he could feel 
the way her lips were pursing open and closed.

He slid himself into her gently, and he could feel the way her cunt was already spasming 
around him, the second he was inside of her. She started to moan, then moved her lips to his 
and kissed him hard.

“Oh yes, Father, this feels so nice,” she was saying. “After all the pain that Diane and I 
suffered, it is nice to feel some pleasure.”

“And there are many others who will want to feel pleasure,” Diane said. “Those two evil 
witches have abused us so much, that everyone is going to want to get even with them. We 
shall all get even with them.”

“Yes,” the man said. “We will. They will pay for their sins.”

He started to thrust in and out of Sally a little faster, and he could feel the way his cock 
was throbbing harder. Sally felt it, too, and began to whisper in his ear. She was telling him 
how much she wanted him to come.

As he started to explode inside of her, he loved the way it was feeling. She was spasming 
harder around him, and just as he was pulling out of her, he felt a stinging on his back. It was 
the cutting feeling of leather.

He rolled over, and he could see Anita standing there, with Rosa behind her.

“So, you deceiving bastard,” she said to him. “You said that you would torture her, and you
lied to me. You will pay for it.”

“Yes,” Rosa said. “You lying bastard. You will suffer for it.”

She pulled the whip back again to lash it out at him, and he covered his cock just in time, 
because that was where she aimed it. She hit him on the back of his hand, and he could feel 
the way the leather cut into him and made him bleed.

“Now you obey me, or else the world shall know of your secret,” Anita screamed out.

“We will tell everyone about you and what you did here!”





CHAPTER TEN


Diane had seen her coming, and she ran to hide, so that Anita didn’t even know she was free. 
She ran toward Jenny, and began to untie her. Then, she started to free most of the other 
girls, as silently as she could.

Meanwhile, he was standing up, walking toward Anita. She was whipping him over and 
over again, slicing into his chest. He could feel the way he was bleeding, but his brute strength
overcame the pain.

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He grabbed her wrist and started to squeeze it as hard as he possibly could. As he dug his 
nails into her, she dropped the whip.

Then he pulled his hand back and smashed her hard across the face. His hard blow even 
knocked a tooth out of her mouth.

“You bastard,” she said. “Now they’ll all know.”

“It’s too late already,” Diane suddenly screamed out. “We all know. We all know what a 
phony piece of shit you are, Anita. We all know that he is a man of the cloth, and you are 
some fucked-up blackmailing bitch. And you made us suffer.”

There was a murmur from the girls behind Diane. They were furious, and all they could 
think about was getting revenge for the way Anita had abused them all.

Rosa was standing there trembling. As she watched the girls gather around Anita, she tried
to sneak away, but Sally screamed out.

“Get that bitch, too. Get her. Don’t let her get away. She has to suffer as much as Anita 
does. They’re both fucked up, though I really don’t know who is more fucked up I’ll place my 
bet on Anita. She wins the prize.”

A few girls gathered around Anita, and she could feel the hands starting to pull her habit 
off. She tried to fight back, but there were too many of them, and they were digging their 
nails into her flesh.

It was Diane who took control. She commanded one of the girls to get a leather strap, and
within a few seconds, Anita’s hands had been pulled behind her back.

“Get that,” Diane said. “I think I know what to do with it.”

She was handed a metal-like apparatus. There were two metal cylinders that were hooked 
together. She took one and rammed it right up the evil woman’s asshole, as hard as she 
possibly could. When Anita groaned, all the girls laughed.

Then, she took the other cylinder. She pulled Anita’s pussy lips as hard as she could, 
stretching them. Sally handed her a small vice, which she started to close around the bound 
woman’s pussy lips, so that the second cylinder was held there.

“Now, I need some weight,” Diane said, and she was handed a heavy ball.

She hooked the end of it to the cylinder, then started to push the ball back and forth. Each
time that she did, the ass-probing cylinder moved deeper into Anita’s asshole, and the other 
one, held by the vice, was pulling at the woman’s cunt lips.

“Jenny, you saw these two bitches eating each other, didn’t you?” Sally asked. “Yes, I did,” 
she said. “Anita was eating Rosa.”

“Well, Anita’s going to have to make us all feel some pleasure, because of all the pain she 
made us feel. What do you say, bitch? You’re going to have to eat about thirty pussies, and 
make us all come a few times.”

“I’ll die,” the bound woman started to moan. “I’ll just die.”

“Well who the fuck cares?” Sally said, and all the girls cheered.

Diane moved in front of the woman, and pulled her head down. She rammed her cunt 
right up against Anita’s face, and when the woman didn’t start to lick her right away, she 
reached for a thick leather whip.

She started to lash her on the back, until Anita was doing her job.

Meanwhile, they were tying Rosa on her back, to a thick log. They took two weighted balls 
and attached them to some pins, then pierced the woman’s nipples with the pins. Her tits 
were being pulled apart, and stretched.

One of the girls moved her pussy right down on Rosa’s face, and commanded her to start 
licking her. Rosa began to flick her tongue in and out of the girl’s cunt, but when she didn’t do
a good enough job, the girl just reached behind and started to twist the bound woman’s clit.

Anita was still being forced to suck Diane’s pussy, and though Diane was feeling some 
pleasure, she acted like she wasn’t. That gave her the chance to whip the evil bitch on the back
over and over again, and she didn’t feel good unless each lashing sliced the woman’s flesh 
right open.

When she was tired, she pulled away, and Sally moved there. She pulled the woman by her
short red hair, and pressed her cunt against her face.

“Now eat me, you fucking bitch. I want you to eat me.”

She felt the way Anita’s tongue started to work, and when she wasn’t fully satisfied, she 
started to thrust her cunt back and forth against Anita’s face, as hard as she possibly could. All
the other girls in the dungeon could hear the slapping sound, and all of them were loving it.

“Make that bitch suffer worse than she’s made any of us suffer.”

“Someone pull that cylinder out of her asshole and ram a large dildo up her ass. Ram it all 
the way up her ass.”

“I know where she has one,” Melissa said. “She said that it was mine, but she lied. Now I 
want to fuck her ass with it.”

Melissa ran up to the woman’s room, and saw the phallus lying on the bed. She ran back 
down, and soon she was ramming it in and out of the bound woman’s ass. Anita was groaning
with pain, because the phallus was so thick. She thought that it was going to rip her body 
right in half.

If it had, no one would have cared. Even the man was standing there watching, and 
though he felt bad about Melissa, and how corrupt the girl had suddenly become, he did not 
feel at all responsible. He knew that it was all Anita’s fault.

He watched the way Melissa was ramming that dildo in and out of the woman’s ass, and 
then he realized something.

His cock was much thicker than the dildo, and he really wanted to make her suffer.

As he moved behind the bound woman, who was still being forced to lick pussy, he pulled 
his cock out of his pants.

“Anita, I’ve wanted to do this to you for the longest time,” he said to her.

It didn’t need any lubrication, because her asshole was bloody. He rammed himself right 
into her and started to thrust, as hard and as fast as he could.


THE END
