MSL-16 Perversions Of Father Joseph


FOREWORD

I remember the day the young girl was brought in to see me. They told me that she had 
been whoring, a major sin against the Lord. The girl was lovely and frail looking, with long 
blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

She shivered as she stood before me, and I told her to undress.

"I will look for marks and signs to prove that you are lying," I told her.

I could feel my cock starting to throb under my robe as she opened her blouse. Her 
breasts were much larger in the flesh, and her pink nipples were standing up in full stiffness. 
As she let her skirt drop to the floor, I moved my hand to her red cunt lips and began to 
massage them.

The girl moaned softly, and her cunt responded to my touch. I kept my hand in front of my
robe so that she couldn't see how she was arousing me.

I wiggled her small love button around inside, and she started to come very fast.

"You have lied," I said to her. "You respond like you've been doing it forever, and now you 
will pay for it."

I reached for the burning torch, and prepared to heat her up for good. My cock throbbed, 
harder, for I knew that once I had the torch inside of her, I would thrust my cock in her mouth 
and make her suck it off until I filled her throat with cream...

* * *

Thus begins the diary of Father Joseph, a young monk at the St. Christopher's Monastery 
in Spain. The diary was written around 1590, in Spain, although that is all a rough estimate.

It goes without saying that Father Joseph abused his position in the church, and he was 
secretly referred to as the Perverted Monk.

His diary was recently uncovered, and now it can be read by all. There are shocking scenes 
of torture and brutality, as the young father soon learns how to manipulate the Monsignor, 
and his reign on the monastery grows stronger.

The diary is not for the weak of heart, or mind, for some of the scenes are so gruesome in 
their detail, that even those not easily shocked will find themselves gasping. Still, it is for those
who want to know the truth about the church, and the way certain officials abused their 
power during the Spanish Inquisition.


CHAPTER ONE

I will never forget the day the young girl was brought in to see me. I was sitting in my cell, 
engrossed in my readings of the Bible. Father Jacob knocked on my door and when I opened 
it, I could see him standing there with a beautiful, young blonde girl. She could not have been 
any older than sixteen.

"This girl has been caught whoring," he said to me, in the stern tone that he always 
seemed to speak in. "The Monsignor has decided to let you handle this matter."

"But why me?" I asked. After all, I thought to myself, I had only been at the monastery for 
one week, and surely there were others who had been there longer and knew how to deal 
with such matters better than I.

"Perhaps the Monsignor feels that this will be some kind of a test for you, to see if you 
have picked up the ways in which we try to redeem souls."

I had to laugh. I had seen the way they had dealt with certain people, and at first, it had 
horrified me.

I had seen burning phalluses shoved up cunts and assholes, in order to make the praying, 
screaming victim admit her guilt and pray for redemption.

The girl was young and frail looking, with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"Will she come in here then?" I asked Father Jacob.

"No, I will bring her down to the room and you will deal with her there. No monk is 
allowed to have a woman in his cell."

"I will be there when I am ready," I said to the father.

I closed the door to my chamber and thought for a minute.

Whenever I had seen those tortures occurring, something inside of me had been 
stimulated. I could feel a throbbing rise in the groin, and there were many times when I had to
put my hand in front of my groin so that none of the others could see that I was aroused. 
There were a few others, so I noticed, who made no attempt to hide the fact that their cocks 
were hard, but I couldn't.

That was all to change with young Marie.

I got down on my knees and prayed to God, asking Him to guide me in the right direction 
so I could purify the soul of the young girl, if, indeed, she had been prostituting herself among
the men of the local town.

Then I opened my cell door and started on my way down to the dungeon. I could feel a 
chill running through my body as I walked down the large stone steps. The sounds of my 
footsteps echoed through my ears, and when I arrived, I looked around the room.

The coldness was there, not only in temperature, but in decor.

There were chains hanging from the large stone walls, and I had seen a few girls hung 
from the chains and whipped into confessions. There was a large wooden table with metal 
irons to hold down the unwilling victims.

An evil shadow was cast across the room, due to a small fire in one corner. However, the 
fire was not enough to send heat throughout the vast dungeon.

As soon as I arrived, Father Jacob shook my hand and bid his farewell.

"The Monsignor said that I should let you handle this all on your own," he told me, "and 
so, I must say goodbye. I will see you later, at dinner."

I waited until I heard him slam the large wooden door at the top of the stairs behind him, 
and then I looked at the girl again.

She shivered as she stood before me, and I told her to undress.

"I will look for marks and signs to prove that you are lying," I said to her.

I could feel my cock start to throb under my robe as she opened her blouse slowly. I pulled
her toward the fireplace, so I could look for marks. As she let her blouse fall to the floor, I saw 
her naked breasts, in full. They were much larger in the flesh, and her pink nipples were 
standing up in full stiffness.

I looked closer and thought that I could see some teeth marks. I said nothing.

"The skirt, too," I eventually told her, when she stopped undressing.

As she let her skirt drop to the floor, I could see her red cunt lips. They looked like they 
had been used and abused many times over, and I moved my hand down to her blonde pussy
bush and began to massage the hairs. As my fingers traced their way over her cunt lips, I 
could feel how wet she was getting.

Her cunt lips spread wide, as if they were eager for my fingers to enter.

"Please be nice to me," she said, licking her lips.

She looked like an evil seductress then, but I have to admit that I liked it. My cock 
throbbed even more when she did that, and I could feel the inner walls of her pussy beginning
to spasm around my fingers. She was getting wetter and wetter by the minute, and her 
breasts were heaving up and down slowly, like any girl lost in the passions of a sexual orgasm.

One might wonder how I knew all that, and now, I must confess.

I lost my virginity at age thirteen, and I had an active sex life until I was forced to enter the 
monastery by my father. But more of that later.

Marie, the young girl, looked down at my groin and noticed my cock bulge.

"I could do many things to please you," she said, and at that point in time, there was no 
denying in my mind that she was a whore. She spoke the words of a whore, always wanting to
satisfy her man above anything else.

In most cases, money would be the proper payment, but I assumed that she was hoping I 
would give her her freedom if she satisfied me.

I felt her small love button inside, and wiggled it around. Her knees began to buckle, and 
she started to stroke my chest through my monk's robe. She let her hand wander down 
between my legs, slowly, and I could feel myself throbbing even more as she started to 
squeeze my cock.

"You see," she said. "Everyone feels the sexual urge. You think that you can deny yourself 
sexual pleasure and pray to God always. You seem to feel that if you give yourself over to 
sexual pleasure, God will punish you. But that's wrong."

"And where did you learn that?" I asked her.

"I have been taught," she said, and she seemed to concentrate mainly on the head of my 
cock. Even though she was still not touching my bare flesh, she was pressing her thumb 
against my cock head.

"And who has taught you?" I asked.

"The women," she said, and for a second, it seemed to me like she was going to continue, 
and tell me what women. I knew she was talking about the other whores, and she stopped, 
right then and there, realizing how much she would implicate herself.

I moved my hand to one of her nipples and pinched it. It was on the breast where I had 
seen the teeth marks, and I asked her about them as I massaged her nipple.

"I don't know how they got there," she told me.

Her legs were starting to buckle then. I sensed that it was because I was playing with her 
pussy and her nipple at that point, and the pleasure was more than she could handle standing
up.

I suggested that we move to the large wooden table, and although she seemed upset 
about having to move away from the fire, there was no way she could argue with me. She 
knew that she had to obey my every command.

I pulled my hands away from her and let her walk to the table. She lay down on her back. 
Her breasts still seemed to be so large, even when she was on her back.

I started to stroke her body, very gently. As she closed her eyes and started to lick her lips 
once more, I felt her hand down by my thigh. She was pulling up my robe slowly, and I was 
anticipating when she would touch my cock.

I had always been rather proud of my cock, ever since my first sexual experience. The 
women I had been with would always compliment me on the size and shape of it.

Marie was no different. She looked at my hard eight inches when she finally touched it, 
then sat up and started to flick her tongue back and forth. She moved her mouth closer and 
closer to my cock, and the first time I felt her tongue pressing into the large piss slit on my 
cock head, I moaned.

"I am probably the first," she said, "am I not? You will see, father, that I will open up a 
whole new world to you."

I wanted to laugh. If she had only known that she was not my first and that I had had more
experiences than I could remember, she probably would have been terrified. As it was, she 
turned out to be a fair cocksucker, and since I burned her pussy before having a chance to 
fuck her, I never did find out how she was when it came to that.

Marie opened her mouth all the way and started to move it down my shaft. I grabbed her 
long blonde hair and held her head firmly, then started to thrust my cock back and forth in 
her mouth. I loved the way it felt as my cock slid across the roof of her mouth, all the way to 
the back of her throat.

I heard her gag many times, and there were moments when I would shove my cock deep 
in her throat and hold it there. While I listened to her gag, I would feel my cock starting to 
throb even more. I had no intention of coming, just yet.

"Would you like to eat my pussy?" she asked me.

I decided that I would. It had been over a month since I had taken my vows at another 
monastery, and although there had been one sexual experience for me on my way to St. 
Christopher's, it had not ended in orgasm. There had been many times when I would think 
about women, and my cock would stiffen.

However, I had taken my vows, and did not feel the need to masturbate.

I had loved the taste of a woman's pussy from the start, and was more than eager to eat 
Marie. I moved my mouth down to her cunt and started to lick her wet lips. She had a sweet 
taste, and upon further examination, I noticed that there were teeth marks around her cunt, 
too.

For at one point, I spread her slippery lips, and I could see that someone had been 
nibbling on her love button. It made me think that she must have liked it that way, and I 
started to bite on it rather hard.

Marie was caressing my balls at the time, and I was waiting for the moment when I would 
get her to confess her sins.

That was going on in my head the whole time, I must admit.

The harder I bit her, the harder she would spasm, and when I felt her juices starting to roll 
onto my tongue, I let them slide down my throat. She began to thrust her cunt up and down 
against my face, and soon I had had my fill.

As I pulled my mouth away, I spoke.

"Do you come like that all the time, with others?"

"You are the only one who ever made me come like that," she said, and I had to moan 
because of her soft caress on my balls.

"I bet that you say that to all the customers who come to see you."

"But there are no customers," Marie said, and I couldn't help but think that she was a sly 
devil. "I don't know why they have accused me of whoring."

"Tell me about the women you live with," I said. "You made brief mention of them before, 
and now I would like more detail. Who are they?"

"Good friends who took me in after my parents died in the famine."

"I cannot think of anyone who would be good enough to do something like that without 
asking for something else in return," I told her. "And just what does that mean?"

"The other women, I assume, are whores, like yourself. They took you in, I assume, because
your cunt manages to bring in enough money."

"That is all a lie," she said to me.

I ran my hand over her flat white belly, and let my fingers wander down near her pussy 
again. She was still wet, as I had not licked her dry, and when I began to play with her, she 
responded once more.

"I do not think it is a lie," I told her. "I can feel the way you respond, and it can only make 
me assume that you are quite used to being touched."

"How would you know?" she asked.

I slapped her across the face, rather hard. As she moved her hand to her cheek to try and 
cover herself, I pulled my hand from her cunt and grabbed her hand. I pulled it above her 
head, on the table, and before she knew what was happening, her right hand was manacled to
the chain at the table's edge. I did the same with her left hand.

Although she put up a struggle as I tried to get her left hand manacled, it was easier for 
me than the right one had been, since she only had one hand to fight with at the time. Once 
her hands were firmly chained, I spread her legs and put the shackles around each ankle.

She looked so helpless then, and she was sweating. Her tits were heaving up and down 
even faster as I started to slap her across the face again and again, screaming at her with each 
hard facial blow.

"You are quite naive to think that you are the only woman I have ever been with," I 
screamed. "Remember that I was just like any man before I decided to become a monk, and 
like any man, I needed my share. I have been with women who have been dry and needed a 
great deal of lubrication, and with women who could get wet at the snap of my finger. Like 
you. You fit into the latter category. And all those women were whores."

"But I am not," she said.

"You show every sign of having been sexually abused again and again. What other 
conclusions could that lead me to?"

I heard her gasping as she tried to get her words out, and I turned around and looked at 
the thick leather whips hung on the wall. I had heard the Monsignor used those whips on so 
many girls, but I didn't know if it was the truth.

I reached for the one with the nine leather straps, and as I turned back to face her I pulled 
my hand back and let the evil whip do its business. I aimed for her two tits, thinking that a few
lash marks would not stand out as much as the teeth marks that were already there. I saw her 
nipple throb as I hit her.

"Oh, good God," she moaned. "Please, please, believe me."

The fact that she had mentioned the Lord's name upset me to no end, and I decided to let 
her have it harder and harder. I must have whipped her tits ten times before I could bring 
myself to stop, and by that time, there were a few slow trickles of blood running down onto 
her flat white belly.

My robe had fallen to the floor again, but my cock bulge was still very much in evidence. I 
had felt my dick throbbing with an urge for sexual release, each time I had lashed the whip 
out at her.

I pulled my robe off then, and she smiled as she looked at my naked body. I had a chest 
full of blond hair, and a thick patch around my cock. The rest of my body was covered with an 
even finer blond hair.

"I can do many things to make you feel good," she said. "Please. Why don't you forget 
about what it is you're supposed to do? Why don't you fuck me? If you put your cock into my 
cunt, I know you will feel such pleasures."

If I had been uncertain as to whether or not she was truly a whore up to that point, her 
words made everything certain in my mind.

"I will do it with something better," I said to her.

I turned around and took one of the large torches off the wall. It was not burning, yet! 
Instead, I wanted to see what kind of a fit it would be.

I moved the torch to her pussy and started to shove it into her. She screamed in pain, and 
I could understand why. It was hard to get the torch past her wet lips. I could see how they 
were stretching in order for the torch to fit in.

Once I had the fat tip of it inside, it was easy for me to shove the rest in.

I was amazed by what happened next.

The girl started to moan, as if she were at the height of sexual pleasure. Obviously the 
torch was hitting her in the right places, and since her cunt had already adjusted to its size, 
she was beginning to feel the sexual pleasures from it. Her tits heaved up and down faster 
than they had before.

I moved my cock to her mouth and started to rub the head over her lips. She was flicking 
her tongue back and forth over my cock head, and I doubt that she would have done 
anything like that had she been in pain.

I can say, as a fact, that she would not have done it.

For it began to dawn on me that she was certainly having a good time then, and if the 
Monsignor ever found out about it, I would be in trouble. That was why I decided to pull the 
unlit torch out of her cunt and walk to the fireplace to light it.

Marie watched my every move, twisting and turning her head. As the torch lit up and I 
walked back to her, I could see tears streaming out of her eyes.

"Please, don't bum me," she started to moan.

"Oh, but you have not confessed to your sin," I said to her. "Perhaps, if you had, I would be
more gentle with you."

"All right," she started to plead. "I will tell you everything. I have been whoring, but it was 
only because I was hungry. The women said that they would take me in, care for me, feed me, 
but only if I did things to help bring money back into their house. The only way to do it was 
with my body."

Once she had told me that, I had no regrets about what I had to do.

I started to move the torch closer and closer to her cunt, and she was screaming.

"But I confessed! I did what you wanted me to do, and you have lied!"

"I cannot allow you to continue what you are doing," I said. "I must see to it that you never
use your cunt for that purpose again."

I didn't look between her legs as the fire touched her pubic hairs, but I could hear the 
sound of them burning, and then smell it. I rammed the flaming torch into her pussy, furiously
jerking my cock with my other hand.

My cock was a few inches away from her face, and I just looked at the pained expression 
she had. I throbbed harder and harder.

Then I started to shoot thick creamy loads of come onto her face. I watched as she tried to
open her mouth so she could swallow my seed, but I made sure not to shoot any of it 
between her lips.

I hadn't come in such a long time, that there was so much of the thick cream. Her face was
practically covered with it.

I left the torch in her cunt until I had finished coming, and by the time I pulled it out, the 
fire had died. I assumed that her wet pussy had helped to put out the flame.

I only looked down between her legs once, because I didn't really like what I saw. There 
was a lot of blood, and the skin around her pubic area was quite burnt. I could feel my 
stomach turning for a few seconds.

I picked up her skirt and wiped the come off her face. She was still crying as I started to 
put on my robe. I left her there, chained, and began walking up the large stone steps. The 
door creaked as I opened it.

Father Jacob and the Monsignor were standing there.

"I heard the screams," the old Monsignor said to me.

"I had to make her scream in order to get her to confess," I told him.

"But she did confess?" he asked me.

"Yes. She did. And I saw to it that she will never whore again. I do not think that she will be
able to make any money with her charred remains."

As the Monsignor smiled, he complimented me, and told me that he knew I was going to 
continue doing fine work at the monastery.

That smile convinced me of how much he loved the tortures, even if he just heard about 
them and didn't actually witness them. For he did make me tell him about the tortures in 
extreme detail. I sensed, at that point, that the Monsignor was a man who would be easily 
manipulated.

CHAPTER TWO

I feel that it's necessary to tell a little bit of my background before I continue with my days 
at the St. Christopher's Monastery.

I was born the son of a rich farmer. My mother died giving birth to me, and although I 
didn't realize it at the time, I now know that my father must have always harbored a deep 
hostility for me because of it.

He had always wanted a large family, and I was the first born.

My father did remarry when I was three, and my step-brother was born less than a year 
later. I remember, even at age four, being treated like the worst piece of scum. I had a good 
bed to sleep in, and always had enough food on my plate.

However, my step-mother paid very little attention to me, and my father was too busy to 
pay any attention to me, even if he had wanted to. He rarely had time for my mother, and I 
was to discover why, at the age of six.

Coming from a family of some wealth, we did have many servants around the house.

There was one girl in particular, named Meg. Meg was a fiery young thing with dark red 
hair, and a temper to match her hair's fire. She tended my step-mother's garden. She couldn't 
have been any older than fifteen, at the time when I was six.

One afternoon, my step-mother had taken my little step-brother into town to visit a friend.
I was playing with one of my father's chickens, chasing him all over the yard, when the chicken
started running in the direction of the old shed where the servants slept. I knew that I had to 
get that chicken away from there, for if my father had found it roaming all over the farm, he 
would have been quite angered.

As I approached the shed, I could hear some moaning coming from inside. I stood up on 
the very tips of my toes so I could look in the small open window.

I saw my father, lying naked in bed with Meg, the servant girl.

He was lying on his back. He had a huge erection, and in some ways, it scared me. His 
whole body was covered with thick layers of black hair (I was told that I got my fair looks from 
my mother), and his cock was standing straight up, stemming from the thickest patch of hair 
on his body.

Meg was naked, and I saw her large tits. She was rubbing them near my father's belly as 
she held his cock with one hand and blew on it.

My father was stroking her buttocks at the time, and on occasion, I would see his fingers 
disappear inside of her. To this day, I don't know if he was inserting them in her cunt, or in her 
asshole.

Now that I know about both, I realize that he had a choice, and from where I was standing,
I really couldn't tell. I tend to think that he was playing with her cunt, however, because of the 
way she was moaning.

She stuck out her tongue and started to lick the tip of his cock. I could see a small drop of 
come leaking out of the head, and as she moved her hand up and down his shaft even more, 
he moaned louder.

He moved his hands to her head and started to push it closer to his cock. She opened her 
mouth rather wide, and he pushed her head down. I heard her gagging as he rammed his 
cock deep into her throat by raising his hips up. He kept her head all the way down on him for
a few seconds, during which time her gagging increased, and a few tears started to run down 
her cheeks.

He didn't stay in her mouth for too long. Instead, he pulled her head up by pulling on her 
hair, then told her to get on her hands and knees.

I looked at the shapely contours of her body while she moved. Her tits seemed so much 
larger in the flesh, and they bounced up and down as she got into the position that he 
desired. She wiggled her shapely buttocks around as he started to rub his cock against her 
pussy lips, from behind.

He rammed his way into her, clutching her hips at the same time. I heard her moan loud as
he started to thrust in and out.

He ran his hands up and down the sides of her body. At times, he would lean forward and 
rub his chest against her back, while cupping her tits and pinching her nipples.

The whole thing took place in a matter of minutes.

I heard my father starting to grunt at one point, and then he thrust his way in deep and 
held himself there. I couldn't see his face, but I noticed how tense his buttocks got. I know 
now that he was coming inside of her. It is not something that I knew at the time, although, 
when he did finally pull out of her, his cock was no longer as thick or hard as it had been 
before.

He also seemed to change a great deal, once he had pulled out.

He slapped her on the ass and told her to get up. He said that she was a lazy bitch and 
she'd better get all her work done for the day, or she would pay for it. I could tell from her 
expression, as she dressed, that she was a little surprised by his behavior. However, I imagine 
that he must have acted like that all the time.

I never did see my father make love to my step-mother, and after seeing him with Meg, I 
did start to wonder if my father had stopped making love to his new wife.

They didn't have anymore children, so there was one sign that he might have.

I got along well with my step-brother. In fact, when I was eleven and he was nine, we were 
very close. I don't think my step-mother really approved of our close relationship. She tended 
to dominate him most of the time, and I would usually sit with him and tell him what I thought
of his mother.

Then, one day, I told him about my father and Meg. I had seen them in bed many times 
since the age of six. My father would always take her when my step-mother went to town, but 
never when she was around the farm.

Peter, my young step-brother, didn't believe what I told him, so one day, I convinced him 
to stay home and let his mother go to town alone. The two of us ran toward the shed, trying 
to be as still and quiet as we possibly could.

My father was not there, although Meg was. Peter started whispering to me, telling me 
that I had lied to him.

However, I told him that we should wait.

Meg was wearing a rather simple frock, and as she lay in bed (and it seemed like she was 
waiting too), she started to play with herself. I watched as she massaged her two breasts 
through the frock material, and after a few minutes, she unlaced the front and began to pluck 
at her already stiff nipples.

For the first time in my life, I felt myself getting aroused. I moved my hand down to my 
crotch because I didn't want Peter to see what was happening. Meg kept pulling on her 
nipples for the longest time, and then, she pulled her frock off completely and lay back on the 
bed. She spread her legs wide.

I could see right up her pussy from where I was standing.

She started to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt, and at one point, she spread her 
cunt lips. I saw the little button-like thing there, that she was to tell me later, was called her 
clitoris.

"What is she doing?" Peter whispered to me, but I told him to shut up.

The faster she moved her fingers, the louder she moaned. I could see a rosy color 
overcoming her entire body.

Just then, the door opened and my father walked in.

"You evil slut," he said to her. "You were getting started before I came."

I looked between my fathers legs. He was wearing a simple pair of pants, and there was no
sign of a hard cock bulge. However, as Meg continued to masturbate herself, paying little 
attention to him, I noticed that he started to grow.

He was rubbing his hand over his crotch, and his cock bulge was growing down his left 
leg. At one point, there was hardly even evidence of a cock there, but then, less than a minute 
later, I could see the outline of his full thick hard-on.

Peter gasped a little bit, and I had to cover his mouth.

My father pulled his cock out of his pants and started to rub it against Meg's lips. I 
watched as she sucked on him, hungrily, as if she hadn't eaten anything in days. At one point, 
when his cock was dripping with her saliva, she sucked his balls into her mouth while he jerked
his shaft.

I couldn't believe it when he started to come on her face, in much the same way that I had 
shot off on Marie's face down in the dungeon. However, my father didn't shoot half as much 
come as I had, which only leads me to believe now, that he must have come frequently, 
possibly with other servants in the house.

Meg was licking her lips, trying to taste his come, and she managed to lick some of it off 
her face.

There was one thing that amazed me, not at the time, but in retrospect as I sit here writing
this and thinking back to that day.

Although my father came, he continued to jerk his cock so that he didn't lose his erection. 
He rubbed it against Meg's face, and there were moments when I thought that he had gone 
limp. However, he played with himself for about fifteen minutes after he had come once, on 
her face.

Then he mounted her, and she, of course, pulled her fingers out of her cunt to let his cock 
in.

It was a short fuck, as most of them seemed to be.

I was throbbing in my pants, and trying to think of a way to get rid of Peter so I could do 
something to relieve myself. I had never masturbated before, for although I sometimes found 
myself getting excited as I watched my father and the servant girl, the urge had never been as 
great as it was then.

"Come on," I said to my step-brother, just as I heard my father moaning so loud that I 
sensed he was coming inside of her. "Let's get out of here."

We started running toward the woods, and I ran much faster than Peter. I ran off in one 
direction and lost him. I ran into the thickest part of the woods and hid. I could hear him 
calling for me, but I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled out my cock and started to rub myself 
hard, thinking about Meg and how she had looked while she had been playing with her pussy.
I thought of the way she had moaned, then imagined that I was the one who was putting my 
cock into her, rather than my father being the one.

I started to come almost immediately, and I shot my load onto the bark of a tree. I couldn't
believe how much I was shooting.

I had never seen my father shoot so much, and it was even more than I had shot onto 
Marie's face. Of course, I know now that the first one must have always been the largest one. 
I'm talking of orgasms.

As my cock continued to pulsate and shoot a fifth, then a sixth load, I started to think that 
perhaps something was wrong. I thought that maybe I was going to shoot everything out of 
me, and there would be nothing left.

I will admit that I was somewhat relieved as that first orgasm of mine ended. The sexual 
pleasure had been there at the start of it, but there had been a lot more fear toward the end, 
as I continued to come.

The orgasm ended in good time, too, for it was just then that my step-brother found me 
and came running toward me. I stuffed my cock back into my pants and moved away from the
tree so that he wouldn't see all the come I had left there.

During the next two years, I would masturbate often. I would usually go back to the same 
tree and shoot my load onto the bark. I somehow thought that my coming on the tree was 
helping it to grow so much faster.

I would always think about Meg, and the times that I had witnessed her without my father.
For those were the times that I could imagine myself sneaking into her room and fucking her. 
However, when my father was there, I couldn't fantasize about that.

My father really did hate me. He never had a kind word to say to me during my lifetime on
the farm, and when he finally decided to send me to the monastery, he seemed to be doing it 
out of spite. I know that now.

He probably thought that I wouldn't have a chance to have sex there.

That foolish man. Sometimes, I find myself praying to God that when my father dies, he 
goes to Hell! I tend to think that he deserves worse, if there is anything worse.

I will never forget what he did to me when he found me with Meg.

But first, I should tell of how Meg and I got together.

I was thirteen at the time, and although I had started masturbating before growing hair on
my body, by age thirteen, I had a full pubic patch and other hairs on my body. My father had 
just finished fucking Meg, and I had run to the woods so I could masturbate.

I was jerking on my cock, furiously, when I heard a voice behind me.

"You shouldn't have to do that by yourself," a soft, feminine voice said, and when I turned 
around, I saw that it was Meg. "I was on my way to the lake to clean myself off, and I saw you 
here, Joseph."

I turned, hardly even thinking about my hard cock, and the fact that it was out of my pants
and in my hand.

Meg looked so lovely. There was still a reddish color in her cheeks, something I had 
noticed would appear whenever my father would make love to her. She reached out and 
touched my cock head.

The feeling was quite different from the feeling I got when I touched myself.

"I have seen you watching me and your father many times," she said to me. "Sometimes 
your small head is bobbing up and down near the window."

"Does he see?" I asked, trembling suddenly.

"No. If he does, he doesn't say anything to me. That only makes me assume that he does 
not. But now, I see what your witnessing us does to you."

"No. It has nothing to do with what I saw."

"Don't be foolish, Joseph. I feel responsible for this, and I will be more than willing to try 
and do something about it."

Before I knew what was happening, she was on her knees, sucking my cock between her 
lips. She could take me all the way down her throat, since I was much smaller than my father 
at the time, and she had mastered his cock.

I couldn't believe the feelings that ran through my body as soon as her lips were down 
near the root of my cock. She was running her tongue back and forth along the underside of 
my cock, and I could feel my whole body tingling with pleasure.

I had to lean back against the tree, for fear of falling to the ground, totally limp with 
pleasure.

Meg didn't seem to mind. She moved her hands to my hips and started to guide them 
back and forth so that my cock was moving in her mouth. The faster she made me move, the 
more intense the pleasurable feelings became.

At one point, she managed to suck my balls into her mouth along with my cock, and when
she did that, she had total control of me.

I decided to be bold, in some way. I moved my hand down to her breast and began to 
stroke it through her frock. She quickly pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts, and then,
I was touching her naked flesh.

It amazed me to feel how soft she was, and when I started to pinch her stiff red nipple, she
sucked harder and harder. I could feel my cock pulsating in her mouth, and then I started to 
come. She dropped my balls from her mouth and cradled them in her hand as I shot thick 
loads of cream onto her tongue.

I could tell, from the moaning sounds that she was making, that she seemed to love the 
taste of it. I had never even thought about come having a taste before.

However, she kept sucking and sucking, until I was completely spent. As she let my cock 
fall from her mouth, I slid down on the ground, still leaning against the tree.

"Certainly that is not all you can do," she said to me.

"I am so tired. That felt so nice."

"It tasted so nice, too. Usually, your father does not let me taste his come. I don't know 
why. He never shoots off in my mouth, and there is a delicious flavor to the male seed that I 
like.' As she spoke, she pushed her dress down all the way.

I could see her red-haired pussy patch close up then. She took a few steps closer to me, 
and I smelled a fragrant odor emanating from her cunt.

"Until you are aroused, you can eat me," she said. "A woman has a nice flavor, too. I think 
that you will find it quite desirable, Joseph."

"I don't really know what to do," I said to her.

"You can start, and as you proceed, I will instruct you. I feel rather good, knowing that I am
to be your first woman, Joseph. Please. Go ahead."

I stuck my tongue out and started to lick the wetness off of her cunt lips, the way I had 
seen my father do it on occasion. She moaned softly when I did that, and I made sure to keep 
looking up at her the whole time.

Her pussy was getting a little wetter as I licked.

"Now put your tongue inside," she said. "Feel around. You will feel a little knob. When 
you've felt it, keep touching it with your tongue."

At first, it was hard for me to feel anything but skin. However, as I searched around inside 
of her, and she moved her hands to her cunt lips to spread them wide, I could feel the little 
knob, just as she had described it.

I started to lick only that, and she got so wet.

Then her pussy walls began to spasm around my tongue, and I could taste her juices as 
they rolled into my mouth. I loved the way they tasted from that very first moment, and I 
noticed a faint stirring in my groin.

I moved my hand down to my cock as she came in my mouth, and started to masturbate 
myself. I could feel my cock getting harder, quite fast, and as I looked up at her still, I noticed 
that she had turned her head.

She was now looking right at my cock, and seeing how fast I was getting aroused.

"That is it, Joseph," she kept saying to me.

"Your penis is rising to full bloom, and then it will be the right size for my cunt. Once 
you're hard enough, you will enter me and learn about sexual bliss."

I had fantasized about fucking her so many times, that my knowing she would let me once
I was hard seemed to make my cock grow even faster.

As soon as it was fully hard, she pulled her cunt away from my face and began to sit down 
on my cock. I was quite happy that she chose to fuck me in that very position. I had seen my 
father fucking her many times, and he was always on top. I had noticed how much he had to 
keep thrusting, and how much energy it looked like he was expending before his eventual 
ejaculation.

With Meg sitting on my cock, I hardly even had to move. I would thrust my ass up off the 
ground, every so often, but she was the one who rode me up and down.

Her pussy was much tighter than I ever would have imagined. She leaned forward a little 
bit and told me to start licking her tits.

I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, and when I bit it gently, her cunt felt so tight 
that a rush of fear swept through me. Was it possible that her cunt would be able to cut my 
cock right off?

I have never had that fear since the first time.

For after we had fucked, we had talked about it and she had told me that there was no 
way anything like that could happen.

And my pleasures were much greater than the fear running through me anyway.

I could feel my cock starting to throb at least five times, and each time that happened she 
would sit on my lap and wait for the throbbing to subside. By doing that, she kept making me 
more and more eager to come.

When she finally decided to let me, I was in heaven.

I felt my cock throbbing harder and harder, and she continued to move up and down on 
me at the same time. Even as I shot, load after load, she kept moving, and her pussy was 
getting wetter with each shot from my cock.

She hugged me tight, pressing my head against her large breasts, which I continued to lick
on and suck on the whole time.

After it was over, she licked my cock dry, then suggested that I go with her to the lake so I 
could wash the sweat off my body. I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea, seeing as 
how my father might catch us.

"If he ever found out what I did to you, he'd kill me," I told her. "No, you go ahead and 
wash. I'll be down there later, after you're gone."

"All right. But promise me that you will come to see me again. For a boy who has just 
made love for the first time, you are much better than your father. You were so much more 
gentle, and I enjoyed it."

I promised her that I would come to see her again, although I had very little intention of 
keeping my promise. The threat of what my father might do if he caught us was always 
running through my mind.

However, during the next few days, I kept thinking about Meg, and I felt such a desire for 
her, that it soon won over my fears.

I had discovered how wonderful sex could be, and nothing was going to stop me from 
getting my fill of it.

I was with Meg many times before I was discovered by my father. We would usually meet 
in the woods, but there were times, when the old man would go into town and we would be 
able to make love on her bed.

One afternoon, he went off, and I went to Meg's room.

My father, as it turned out, had forgotten his money, and upon returning to the farm, he 
passed by the shed and heard what was going on. When he ran into the room, he was holding
a large whip in his hand.

As I write this, I can still remember what the lashings felt like. My father put a great deal of 
force behind each terrifying blow, and it took me the longest time to recover. When I did, his 
hatred was even stronger toward me.

He told me that when I was sixteen, he was going to send me away, and that threat hung 
over my head for the next three years, until he finally carried it out. But during those three 
years, I had a chance to add to my sexual experiences and become something of an expert 
fucker.

CHAPTER THREE

But more on my life before the monastery later.

I must tell about my latest achievement, once again, heralded by the Monsignor as work 
that will be rewarded in the after-life.

It seems that male prostitution has become a major thing around the town. The males 
service women and men, and recently, two boys were brought in and accused of being male 
prostitutes.

I was called into the Monsignor's office. He was sitting behind a large oak desk, looking 
somewhat official.

"These boys were sent to the convent and were supposed to be dealt with by the nuns. 
However, they could get no confessions from the boys, and so, I am leaving that to you, 
Father Joseph, seeing as how you were so good with the whore."

"Thank you. It is more than an honor."

"There will be two nuns who will assist you, for the Mother Superior was told of your 
methods, and she would like some of her girls to learn. They will be waiting for you by the 
dungeon door. Your victims are already strung up against the wall. Remember. You must get 
them to confess."

"That is always the most important thing that I keep in mind," I told him.

I was lying to the Monsignor that time. When I had been with the whore, I had been 
keeping her confession in mind, the entire time. However, as I walked out of the Monsignor's 
office, I was thinking of my own sexual pleasure.

Perhaps I get pleasure torturing people because of the things my father did to me.

I don't know, in all truth, though. It is just something that entered my mind.

The two sisters were waiting for me by the door to the dungeon. They were both dressed 
in their typical nun's garb. Sister Rose was the taller of the two, but Sister Mary seemed to be 
the more attractive one.

"I tried to get the boys to confess, and they did not," Sister Rose said. "They were caught 
with two of the wives in town, engaged in a sexual orgy. They deny that they ever did 
anything like that, or anything else sexual."

"How did you go about trying to deal with them?"

"I told them that God sees all, and he will know the truth. I told them that they would 
spend their eternities in Hell if they did not repent."

I had to laugh, and Sister Rose seemed confused.

"I will show you how to deal with these boys, but you must promise me that you will go 
along with everything that I tell you to do."

"But what could you tell us to do that we would refuse?" Sister Mary asked.

"Just promise me," I said to them. "That is all I ask."

They both nodded their heads, and then I entered the dungeon. I walked down the stairs, 
and they followed me. I listened for their footsteps, but they walked so lightly that I could 
barely hear anything.

I was happy to find that someone had lit the fireplace, and that all the torches on the walls 
were burning. They not only gave off enough light, but they certainly helped to keep the room
hot. It was almost winter, and the dungeon had been freezing cold two months back when I 
had tortured Marie, the blonde whore. Had there been no fires going, it would have been 
even colder.

The two boys were chained to the wall, as the Monsignor had told me they would be. They
both looked like they hadn't eaten in a few days, for their ribs were pressing through, and 
their flesh looked so tight.

They were both naked, and limp. One of them had red hair, and in some ways, he 
reminded me of a male version of Meg. His name was Abe.

The other boy, who seemed a bit more muscular and was the harder of the two when it 
came to getting a confession, had brown hair and was called David.

"I have come to talk with both of you," I said.

"Ha! You have not come to talk. You have come to torture."

"The torture will only occur if you refuse to confess to your sins. Therefore, I want you both
to understand that it is not my prime purpose to torture you."

"Bullshit," David said, and he spit out at me.

I felt the spittle dripping down my forehead, and I decided then and there that I would not
stand for any abuse on his part. I swung my hand back and then smashed him across the face,
so hard, that blood began to drip from the side of his mouth.

Sister Mary gasped, and I gave her an evil look.

"Now, you two boys have been accused of selling your sex," I told them. "You both look 
like you can't be more than eighteen, and already you are leading lives of sin and vice. If you 
would confess, God would listen."

"Does God listen to me when I tell Him that I'm hungry, and need food to eat? Does He 
listen to me when I'm cold and ask Him for clothing to keep me warm? No, He does not listen 
to me, and therefore, I feel no reason to repent to Him."

"Do you believe in God?" I asked.

I watched as David started to tremble. He opened his mouth, as if to speak. I could see the
word 'no' forming on his lips, but he never said it.

I turned to Sister Mary.

"Do you see what a heretic we have here? We are going to have to be extreme when it 
comes to dealing with him. Go over and get him hard."

"But, Father Joseph, I cannot do that. I... "

"I told you that you must obey everything I command you to do. Now you will stroke his 
cock and make him hard. He will be easier to deal with."

The sister looked at Sister Rose, who was nodding her head, as if agreeing with everything 
that I had said. Sister Mary walked over to David and reached out. I am sure that she had 
never touched a cock before in her life.

She was handling it like she was not at all familiar with it.

Still, the bound boy must have been quite aroused, for his cock started to respond in no 
time, and soon, she was gasping at his hard-on. She continued to stroke him, and then I 
commanded her to get on her knees and lick him.

I had worn a pair of shorts that day, and could feel my hard cock throbbing inside of them.
At least I didn't have to worry about a bulge under my robe, however.

I was becoming quite aroused watching the young nun on her knees, sticking her tongue 
out and licking the head of the boy's cock. I looked at Sister Rose, and she had a pleasant 
smile on her face which convinced me that she was enjoying it as much.

Then I looked over at the boy with the red hair. His cock had stiffened, too, while he was 
watching his friend. I beckoned for Sister Rose to go over and work on him, and she got on 
her knees without any hesitation.

She opened her mouth wide and started to take the red-haired boy's cock deep in her 
throat. I could hear him moaning with pleasure, and I walked closer to him and began to tug 
on the hairs under his arm.

His pleasure moans turned to groans of pain as he stared at me.

"You look like you will confess soon," I said to him.

He shook his head no, and then I reached for a torch on the wall. It was burning with a 
blazing, high fire. I moved the torch closer to the hair in his armpits and smelled them singing.

There were tears running down the boy's cheek then, and he started to scream out in pain.
I heard his friend talking to him.

"Don't say anything to them. We will be killed if we confess to anything."

"But we will be tortured if we don't confess," Abe screamed. "I cannot stand the pain 
already. I will not be able to bear it."

Once he said that, I knew I could get an easy confession from him. After all, I had only 
begun to inflict the pain upon him, and there were many things I could still do. I moved the 
burning torch to his other armpit and burned away all the hairs there.

He had some light hairs around his nipples, and as I started to move the flame there, he 
opened his mouth.

"I will confess," he started to moan, but his friend screamed out.

"Shut up! Shut up, Abe! Don't tell them anything."

Sister Rose was sucking Abe's cock harder then, and I touched her head and told her that 
she should stop. When she pulled her mouth away from his throbbing, thick cock, I grabbed it
in my hand and moved the torch to the cock tip.

"I could get you to confess right now," I said to him. "I could bum your cock right off so 
you would never be able to service another woman, or man."

I began to bum off his pubic hair, moving closer and closer to his shaft. However, I 
managed to avoid touching the flame to his cock shaft.

"All right. I have been prostituting myself," he moaned.

"And what about your friend?"

"Don't say anything about me," David said, and I could tell that he was hardly even getting
turned on at that point. I assumed that Sister Mary was not sucking his cock the way he 
wanted it done.

I tapped her on the head and told her to stand up.

"We have gotten a confession from one of the boys, and now we will get another 
confession from the other one."

I handed Sister Mary the torch, then walked over to the wall where the whips were. I did 
not touch one. Instead, I took one of the large wooden phalluses that was hanging there, then
walked back toward David.

"I want you two to hold his legs up high."

David started to kick his legs as the two nuns grabbed them. It took a long time before 
they finally were able to push his legs up, exposing his vulnerable ass. I began to move my 
finger to his asshole.

"You think that you do so well, fucking others," I said, my voice booming. "But now, you 
will see what it is like to be fucked. You will be fucked, rather than being the fucker, and we'll 
see if you like it."

He was writhing in pain with only my finger up his asshole.

I knew that he would certainly not be able to stand the phallus.

I didn't care, however. I pulled my finger out and rammed the large, thick phallus up the 
boy's asshole. He kept trying to kick his legs free from the nuns' grip, but they were much 
stronger than he ever would have guessed.

I rammed the phallus in deep, then started to thrust it in and out of him. I could see a little
bit of blood on the wood, and I knew that his ass must have been bleeding.

I told the nuns to let go of his legs.

As they did, his body moved back against the wall, the phallus still embedded deep inside 
of him. His cock was still stiff, too.

"Just confess, David," the other boy was saying. "I have confessed, and they have done 
nothing to me. Nothing but burning some hair."

"Shut up," David was moaning, and his face seemed so contorted.

"Would you like to see something else?" I asked him, and then I turned to Sister Rose. I 
commanded her to strip.

I was happy that she stripped without any hesitation. She pulled off her habit and let it fall 
to the floor. She wore nothing underneath.

She had short black hair and rather large tits. Her nipples were quite full in their stiff 
beauty, and her cunt patch was very thick. She rubbed her hand through her thick patch, and 
down over her pussy lips.

I told her to rub her body against Abe's, the young boy who had already confessed.

"But Father Joseph, how could you let her do that?" Sister Mary asked.

I slapped the young sister across the face, hard.

"You were told not to question my commands," I said to her. "Now shut up."

Sister Rose started to rub her tits against the boy's chest, and I could see his cock starting 
to throb. I told the sister to play with it gently. She sunk to her knees and rubbed her two tits 
against the boy's cock, pressing them together to make her grip even tighter.

"You can be serviced like this, too, if you would only confess," I said to the brown-haired 
boy. I noticed that there was a slow trickle of blood on the floor between his legs then, most 
probably from the phallus up his asshole.

"You bastard," he said to me. "You think that you're disguising your own sexual passion, 
don't you? You're getting off on this as much as she is."

I twisted his balls so hard, yanking on the scrotal sack, that he let out one of the loudest, 
piercing screams that I'd ever heard.

"The pain can become pleasure," I said to him. "Confess."

Meanwhile, the red-haired boy was starting to moan, rather loud. I told Sister Rose that 
she should take him all the way to orgasm, just to show the other boy how much pleasure he 
was in for.

Sister Rose started to lick his cock again, and as she did, he began to thrust in and out of 
her mouth. I saw trickles of sweat running down his chest, and then he started to pump his 
come. She pulled her mouth back just in time so that she wouldn't have to swallow it, and the 
come shot all over her tits.

Sister Mary looked like she was about to vomit. I cannot remember ever seeing someone 
look as green as she did. I wanted to kill her for not being able to cover her emotions better, 
and I decided on some better form of torture for her.

Torture, I'm convinced, can help a person grow stronger.

"Sister Mary," I said, pulling her over to the other naked nun, "I want you to lick all that 
come off of Sister Rose, and do it now."

I pressed her head against Sister Rose's tit, and for the first few seconds, I was not at all 
sure if she would do it. However, Sister Rose began to stroke Mary's head gently, telling her 
that it was really all right.

I watched Sister Mary start to stick her tongue out and lick off the come. She looked like 
she was going to be even sicker, but I didn't care. I commanded her to lick up every drop, 
occasionally taking a look over at David, to see what his reaction would be. If anything, he 
looked more determined to keep from confessing.

After Sister Mary was finished, I commanded her to strip, too.

She was reluctant to do so, and I had to slap her across the face a few times and literally 
rip her habit off.

She had short blonde hair, and a trimmed pussy patch. Her tits were not as large as Sister 
Rose's were, but they were still rather firm.

"Would you like to fuck this one?" I asked David, standing behind the naked blonde and 
holding her two tits up, almost as an offering. "She would be yours, if only you would confess 
to what you have done. Think of her virgin pussy."

I let my hands slide down between Sister Mary's thighs. I moved my fingers to her pussy 
and spread her cunt lips. I could feel her whole body trembling under my grip. I started to 
slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, wiggling her clitoris and hoping that she would get 
aroused.

I could feel her cunt starting to get wet, and at one point, I pulled my fingers out of her 
pussy and rubbed the cunt cream under David's nose.

"Smell that," I said. "Smell that, and then confess to me that you crave this. If you do, you 
will have it."

"No, I cannot," Sister Mary was moaning. "I cannot let him have me."

"Shut up," I was saying. "Just confess."

I continued to rub her cunt, and finally, I could see David weakening. He started to nod his
head up and down, and then he began to confess.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," he said. "I have been prostituting myself for the 
past few years, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had these urges and the only way I 
could fulfill them was to do that."

I let go of Sister Mary, and she ran to Sister Rose. They hugged each other, but I could tell 
that Rose was on my side.

I pulled the phallus from David's asshole, and looked at the thick layer of red blood on it. I 
opened the lock that kept his hands chained to the wall, but I did make sure that his hands 
were manacled together.

"Sister Rose, we must give the boy what I promised him. Get Sister Mary on the table." As 
soon as Sister Mary heard that, she pushed the other nun away. She tried to reach for her 
clothes and run up the stairs at the same time. I ran after her and grabbed her. She screamed 
and kicked as I pulled her over to the table and forced her to lie on her back. I chained her 
down.

' "Sister Rose, are you a virgin?" I asked the other nun.

"No," she said to me.

"I didn't think so. You looked like you knew how to handle that boy's cock well enough. 
Sister Mary is a virgin though, am I right?"

"Yes, she is," Sister Rose said, and she was already rubbing David's cock to get him ready, 
without my even having told her.

"Don't you think she should get it once, just so she knows what she's giving up to become 
a follower of God?"

"Yes," Sister Rose said. "You're a wise man, Father Joseph."

Sister Mary was screaming as the two of us guided the naked boy between her legs. He 
had a lot of trouble moving, because of the way his hands were still chained together. We 
slipped his cock head into Sister Mary's cunt, and then he rammed his way into her.

I heard Sister Mary yelling out in pain, and as I looked, I could see a pool of blood forming
between her legs.

David started to thrust his buttocks up and down, rather fast. On occasion, he fell out of 
her cunt, and Sister Rose had to help him back in.

Sister Mary started moving her lips, as if in prayer. I thought it was cute.

However, I could tell, from the flushed color that soon rose to her cheeks, and the heaving 
of her breasts, that she was starting to feel the sexual pleasure. I warned David not to come 
until he was sure that she had.

My cock was throbbing in my shorts, and I couldn't wait to get back to my cell and 
masturbate myself to a frenetic orgasm.

David started to moan louder and louder at one point, and then I watched him ram 
himself in and stay that way. I saw his buttocks getting tense, and knew that he was pumping 
his warm seed into the sister's cunt.

She, who had once been a virgin, was a virgin no longer!

David rolled off the sister and fell to the floor, his spent cock dangling between his legs.

Sister Rose started to help Sister Mary up. First, she unchained her hands, then went to get
some water and rags so she could clean out her cunt. She did a thorough job so that one 
would never know what had happened.

Sister Mary kept glaring at me with hostility, but I did not care.

I walked over to David and helped him to his feet, then led him back to the wall. I shackled
him back up, and he looked confused.

"You said that you would let me go if I confessed," he said.

"I said that I would bring you pleasure if you confessed. And I did. I kept my promise. But 
as far as letting you go, I cannot do a thing like that. Were I to let you go, I know that you 
would just go back to your earlier way of life."

"You cannot keep me chained up here forever."

"I realize that," I said. "I think the Monsignor would be interested in having another servant
around the monastery to help with the work."

"What makes you think I would be willing to do that?" he asked.

"I think you would be."

"What makes you think that I wouldn't run away the first chance I got? I could always run 
away and find work like I've been doing."

"You think so? I doubt it. Or did I fail to mention that our servants are all eunuchs?"

With those words, I reached into my robe and pulled out a knife.

It was the first time I had ever cut off someone's balls, and I had thought that it would 
probably be much harder than it was. However, one quick tug, and one quick slice, and I was 
holding them in my hand.

His screams were a nice contrast to the screams of Sister Mary.

The Monsignor was quite pleased with the two confessions, and even more pleased to 
learn that we would have another servant.

The cook had been complaining, during the last few weeks, that he needed help.

The Monsignor kept the boy's balls, too. It was my gift to him.

As for Sister Rose, I knew that she would be no problem. She had enjoyed all that I had 
done, and I didn't think she would tell the Monsignor anything. Even if she did, I knew that I 
had nothing to worry about.

Sister Mary was another story, however. She was still crying as she and Sister Rose left the 
monastery, on their way back to the convent.

"What upset her so much?" the Monsignor asked me, as he saw the two nuns leaving, arm 
in arm. Sister Rose was giving Mary much needed support.

"It was her first castration," I said to the older man.

When he dismissed me, I ran back to my cell.

My throbbing cock responded so well to my touch. I closed my eyes and thought about 
Sister Mary and how she had finally learned what sexual pleasure could be. My cock felt like it 
was on fire, and as I came, I rubbed the come all over the head of my cock. That only served to
make my orgasm more intense.

The Monsignor decided to let Abe, the red-haired boy, leave. It was decided after I told 
the man how willing the boy had been to confess. I was quite sure that he would not go back 
to his old way of life.

And there is really no way that David can go back to his old way of life. First of all, he is 
now a servant at the monastery, and second, he has no balls. I'm reminded of that all the time,
whenever he comes to serve me my dinner and I thank him. He always answers with such a 
high tone of voice.

CHAPTER FOUR

I was planning to use this chapter to continue my story of my early life, before I entered 
the monastery.

I had been thinking about the time my father whipped me, upon discovering me with 
Meg, the servant girl. I even thought about the one time I fucked my step-mother, and how 
eager and willing she had been (confessing to me, afterwards, that my father hadn't laid a 
hand on her in many years).

However, just as I was about to write, there was a knock on my cell door.

"The Monsignor would like to see you," one of the servants told me.

It was late at night, and I could not understand why the man would want to see me at that 
unGodly hour. However, I slipped into my robe and started to walk down toward the man's 
office.

He was sitting behind his desk, looking as stern as ever. He smiled at me as I entered, but 
when I sat down, his look changed to one of seriousness.

"Three days ago you made the two boys confess," he said to me.

"I did, sir. Is there anything wrong?"

"Sister Mary hasn't been quite the same since then," he told me. "The Mother Superior 
sent a messenger over to see me today. I was thinking of calling you down earlier, but I had a 
great deal of my own thinking to do."

"Well, what does the message say?"

He handed me the note, which I read by the small candle. The Mother Superior said that 
she was quite concerned with Sister Mary's behavior.

"She cries all the time, and claims that she is no longer pure," the note read. "I don't know 
what I should do with her. She seems to be possessed by something more powerful than I've 
ever seen before."

The Monsignor was staring at me as I read the note, and as soon as I looked up, he spoke 
to me.

"What happened down there?" he asked me. "Tell me the truth."

"The boys confessed to their prostituting. You know the rest."

"I'm talking about Sister Mary. Was anything done to her that shouldn't have been?"

"Of course not. She's a nun. I wouldn't think of doing anything."

"Well then, what do you suggest?"

"The woman is obviously deranged," I said to the Monsignor. "Perhaps there was an evil 
spirit in one of the boys that entered her soul upon their confession. The only thing that I can 
suggest, is an exorcism of some kind."

"Where will it be held?"

"Have Sister Mary brought to the monastery. Ask the Mother Superior to let Sister Rose 
accompany her, but no one else. Sister Rose was a very able woman when it came to dealing 
with the boys. I'll need two other monks to help me."

"And I will oversee what you are doing," he said.

At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be there while we were performing with her, but 
then I thought that he wouldn't mind.

I left his office that night, and I was quite fearful, I must admit. I didn't want the Monsignor
to ever find out what the cause of Sister Mary's accusations were, and so, I snuck off to David's
room.

The boy was sleeping when I got there. I put my hand over his mouth as I woke him up, 
then moved my mouth to his ear.

"Listen," I said to him. "Sister Mary is possessed by evil spirits. She is saying things about 
you and me. Talking about what happened."

I could see that there was a bit of fear in his eyes, and decided that I should instill even 
more fear in him.

"If anyone were ever to find out what happened, you would pay for it. You were the one 
who actually did the fucking, remember that. But I want to help you. They'd kill you if they 
knew. They'd kill you in a minute."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, in his high voice.

"Deny everything she says. Deny that you ever had intercourse with her."

"I will," he told me, and there was no doubt in my mind that he would.

The only person I had to fear, up until that moment, was Sister Rose. I was pretty sure that 
she wouldn't say anything about what had happened.

However, the next morning, I was standing by the gate awaiting their arrival.

As soon as Sister Mary saw me, she started to scream hysterically.

"You're evil," she was saying to me. "You're an evil man, and God will punish you for all 
your sins. You showed me what lust is. You've made me lust."

Two other monks were waiting with me, and I commanded them both to take charge of 
the young sister, telling them that I had many things to talk over with Sister Rose about the 
nun's terrible accusations.

"Come, let us walk," I said to Sister Rose, and I started to lead her toward my cell, so we 
could talk in complete privacy.

She sat on my bed while I poured two goblets of wine, and soon we were drinking.

"Now, tell me when all these accusations first started."

"She was saying many things as we walked back to the convent, after leaving here that 
day. Most of the things she said were mumbled, and lost. I sensed that she was starting to go 
a little crazy then."

"Is that what you told the Mother Superior?" I asked.

"Yes. Especially when she started to say that she had had intercourse with one of the boys. 
I couldn't let the Mother Superior know that it had really happened."

"Why?"

"For one thing, I took an active part in everything that occurred," she said to me, and the 
more she smiled, the more beautiful she looked. "If I told the Mother Superior about Sister 
Mary's intercourse, chances are I would have been interrogated until I had confessed to the 
things I did."

"And what things did you do that you felt were so bad?"

"Sucking on the one boy's cock, and making him come all over my breasts. Forcing Sister 
Mary to lick the come off my breasts, afterwards."

"But those were all things that I commanded you to do. You could have blamed it all on 
me if you'd really wanted to."

"But I don't," Sister Rose said. "Father, remember when you asked me if I was a virgin or 
not? Do you remember my answer?"

"Yes. You told me that you weren't."

"That's right. It was not of my own accord, though. I was forced when I was a young girl, at
age sixteen. Two boys forced me. I was raped."

"Is that why you became a nun, then? To escape what had happened?"

"Father, it was a terrible thing that happened. It was something that I could not erase from 
my memory, no matter how much I wanted to. I thought about how vile and evil sex had 
been. But that day, in the dungeon, it was different."

"What do you mean, sister?" I asked.

"When I first saw the two boys, I could feel spasms between my legs. When you 
commanded me to undress, I was more than willing. I liked touching the boys. Please, you 
must promise not to tell anyone what I'm saying."

"Of course I won't," I told her. "Just as you must promise not to agree with anything that 
Sister Mary says."

"As you have seen, I've already denied what she said. There are so many reasons why. I've 
told you some. But not the most important one."

"What's that?" I asked her.

Suddenly, she moved her hand to my blond hair and stroked it gently. Her Fingers moved 
their way over my forehead, eyes and cheeks. As she touched my lips, I licked her fingers, 
quite gently.

"I felt something for you," she aid. "I still do. I watched the command and control that you 
had with those boys, and Sister Maria, and even myself. I thank you because you have showed
me that sexual feelings can be nice. Up until that day, I only thought of my two rapists and 
what they did. I thought of those boys as the rapists, and that was one reason why I did 
everything you wanted."

She continued to stroke my lips, and I could feel my cock starting to throb under my robe. 
She must have noticed the way I stiffened.

For suddenly, she moved her hand down to my crotch and started to squeeze my cock 
bulge. She had a wonderful touch.

"I want you," she said. "I had fun with those boys, but they were only boys. I want you to 
take me, like a man."

I moved my hand to her habit and pulled it off. Her black hair seemed to soft under my 
touch, and as I caressed her hair, she moved her lips to mine and kissed me.

I pressed my tongue into her mouth, and she started to suck on it. As she did, she was 
pulling my robe up a little. Once it was up over my hips, she started to caress and massage my
naked cock.

"I want to taste it this time," she said. "When I sucked off the boy, I didn't think that it 
would be right to taste it in front of Sister Mary."

She slid off the bed and sunk to her knees on the floor between my spread legs. I pulled 
my robe up over my head, and she moved her hands all over my naked body. She seemed to 
love the fact that I was so hairy. She commented on my chest fur, and began to pinch my 
nipples gently as she moved her mouth down to my cock.

"Use your tongue first," I said to her.

She started to flick her tongue back and forth over my cock slit. As she did, I opened her 
robe from behind and slid it down her shoulders.

I had forgotten how beautiful her breasts had been. I cupped them both, rubbing my 
palms against her nipples.

She was certainly a beauty, and I was being quite gentle with her for one good reason. She
seemed to want me to touch her gently, and I needed to know that she would never tell what 
happened in the dungeon that day. I had to do what she wanted.

Rose started to suck my cock between her lips, and I rubbed her soft red cheeks and 
started to thrust up and down.

"Mmm," she was moaning, as she let her tongue work its way all over my thick, hard shaft. 
"You're much bigger than the boy was."

"And you should learn how to take it all the way down," I said.

I rammed my cock back into her mouth and held it deep in her throat for a few seconds. I 
could hear her gagging a little bit, and I thought about Meg and the way she used to gag on 
my father's cock.

Sister Rose sucked and sucked, and then I told her that I wanted her to take my balls into 
her mouth and do something with them.

She was quite willing to do anything that I wanted.

She sucked one ball, then the other, into her mouth. My cock was so wet from her saliva 
that when I jerked myself, I could feel the pleasure rushing through my body quite fast. I 
remembered, though, that she wanted to swallow my come, and so I made sure not to come 
while she was sucking my balls.

She moved her mouth back to my cock after a while, and it was right when I felt like I was 
going to shoot. I pinched her nipples quite hard, then started to spurt load after load of come 
into her mouth.

I hadn't masturbated in three days, and I had quite a load to fill her. In fact, she couldn't 
swallow it fast enough. I watched as some of my come started to dribble out of the side of her
mouth and run down my shaft.

However, I could still feel her sucking with all her might, and she was definitely swallowing 
whatever she could manage.

She must have really loved the taste of it, for after she had finished me off, she started to 
lick my pubic hairs and shaft, to make sure that she had swallowed every drop of come that I 
had to offer.

I played with her stiff brown nipples the entire time, and I know that she was loving that. I 
would pinch her nipples hard and hear her moan with pleasure.

After she had licked up all my come, she stood up and let her habit fall to the floor.

"As I remember right, from my rape, it takes some time for a man to get his erection back 
again. Is that not right?"

"It is," I said, moving my hand to her black cunt patch.

"I will wait. I loved the way your come tasted. When I had been forced to drink it all down, 
once before, I had hated it. But this is nice."

"I'm glad," I said.

"And what are we to do while we wait for you to get hard?"

"I will eat you now," I said to her. "I want you to see that there are many ways in which a 
man can bring pleasure to a woman."

I slid my fingers into her pussy, and she almost fell to the floor. She became so weak with 
passion that I had to get off the bed and let her lie down. As she did, she spread her legs, 
almost instinctively.

I moved my mouth down between her luscious thighs and started to eat her.

She was the first woman cunt I had had in a long time. I am not talking about the young 
girls that I have had. There is definitely a difference between the inexperienced cunt of a 
young girl, and the more mature cunt of an older woman, even if the older woman didn't have
too many sexual experiences in her life.

I spread her cunt lips wide with my fingers, then started to lick her interior cunt walls as 
hard as I could. I found her love button right away.

I was quite impressed with its size.

Like men, whose cocks are all different sizes and shapes, the clitoris varies in size from 
woman to woman. At least that if my opinion, considering all the women I've had in my life 
thus far.

Sister Rose had the largest clitoris I had ever seen, and therefore, she was much more 
responsive than almost any other girl I can remember being with. As I started to nibble on her 
clit, I could feel her pussy getting so wet. Soon, my tongue was licking her creamy come off 
her walls.

I looked up at her and saw her smiling with delight. She was plucking at her two stiff 
nipples, and when my eyes beamed at her, she smiled back at me.

"You are a wonderful man," she said.

I have always noticed how a compliment makes a person more determined to satisfy the 
other person. There had been many times with Meg when I had been doing a job on her, and 
then she would compliment me and I would eat her with a greater amount of determination 
behind it, hoping to make her come harder.

Because of my extra aggressiveness in the eating, she would always come harder.

As soon as Sister Rose complimented me, I started to bite her clit. I wasn't biting her too 
hard, but hard enough for her to start coming once more.

As she started to come a second time, I could feel my cock swelling. I began to stroke 
myself, and she could tell that I was doing something. She moved her hands to my back as 
she sat up a little and massaged my tense muscles.

My dock was soon fully hard, and I pulled my mouth away from her cunt. I knew that she 
was nearing an orgasm when I did that, and she seemed to be a little upset about the fact that
I hadn't brought her off fully.

"It's much more comfortable for me to enter you like this," I said, and I rubbed my cock 
against her pussy and then slid into her, deep.

I could feel her cunt walls wrapping around my cock, tight!

If I had mentioned earlier that Meg seemed tight the first time I ever fucked her, then 
Sister Rose was even tighter.

For Sister Rose, this was only the third time she had ever felt a cock inside of her pussy, 
and that was one of the reasons she was so tight. Meg, on the other hand, had felt my father 
inside of her so many times, and her cunt was stretched out in comparison to Sister Rose's 
tight pussy.

I started to thrust in and out faster, and I could feel her getting even tighter than she had 
been when I first entered her.

I knew that it was because the orgasm was getting more intense for her, and when I felt 
mine approaching, I slowed down.

You see, there was a reason why I didn't want to come right away, and it went along with 
my reason for wanting to come good and hard, later.

I knew that after Sister Rose and I were through, we would have to go to the dungeon 
where Sister Mary was being prepared. I thought that if I came good and hard in Sister Rose, 
after a long bout at fucking, I wouldn't get aroused watching Sister Mary and the things I had 
planned for her.

That way, if she continued to make accusations during her torture, I could deny everything.

After all, how could she talk about my sexual lust when I wasn't even aroused.

So I slowed down, and waited until Sister Rose's orgasm had subsided. Then I thought 
about my first fuck with Meg, and how wonderful it had been with Meg on top. I rolled over 
so that the naked nun was on top of me.

She seemed to love it like that. She started to rub her large tits all over my chest, 
murmuring about how nice my chest fur felt against her stiff nipples. I said very little. I was just
concentrating on my cock, embedded deep in her wet pussy.

Sister Rose sat up a few minutes later, and she felt the way my cock moved with her. She 
moved her fingers to my nipples and began to pinch them as she rode my cock up and down. 
I could feel her cunt starting to spasm around my dick very soon.

"Come in me," she was moaning, and I looked at the way she licked her lips. "Please, 
father, fill me with everything that you have. Fill me deep."

It was like watching a child play with a new toy. She was moving in all directions so that 
my cock was grinding against her insides, as well as moving in and out. I loved watching the 
slow rise and fall of her tits.

As I started to pinch her stiff nipples, I could feel my cock throbbing with a new life inside 
of her. I felt as if I was on fire.

She began to stroke my thighs and legs, and my whole body was tingling with more 
pleasure than I can remember in the longest time.

"I'm going to come," I started to moan.

She leaned forward, pressing her tits against my chest once more, then moved her lips to 
mine. She practically sucked my tongue into her mouth, before I even had a chance to start 
thrusting it between her lips.

As she sucked on my tongue, I felt my cock shooting off inside of her.

"Mmm, so warm," I heard her moan.

I had to admit that there was a tremendous amount of heat between us. Her cunt felt like 
a fire as my cock shot load after load into her, and she started to come again very shortly 
afterwards.

I was more spent than I had been in the longest time. She started to play with my cock 
after it fell out of her pussy, and I was happy when I hardly even felt her touching me. There 
was no doubt in my mind that I would be able to carry out Sister Mary's exorcism and not 
have to worry about getting aroused.

"I think that we should be going now," I said to Sister Rose.

"Please. Another time," she told me. "Can't you do it a third time?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "I'm quite exhausted now."

However, I suddenly realized that she was still hot, and if she was, I thought she might 
attack one of the other monks down in the dungeon. I don't know how I would have been 
able to explain her insatiable lust to the Monsignor.

I started to lick my way down to her pussy. However, I licked her body almost everywhere, 
before I finally pushed my tongue between her cunt lips. When I did, she was already coming 
good and hard.

I started to lick her, cupping her glorious buttocks as she thrust her hips up and down, her 
cunt smacking against my mouth. I must have been licking her for almost a half an hour 
before she finally seemed like she had enough.

I stood up and started to dress, then told her that she should do the same thing. She 
smiled at me as she put on her habit.

"Father Joseph," Father Jacob said to me, as soon as I opened my cell door. "I've been 
looking all over for you. They're ready to begin and... "

He stopped talking, and looked shocked to see Sister Rose step out of my cell behind me. I
saw his jaw drop, then gave him an evil look.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"What were the two of you doing in there?" he asked, accusingly.

"Father Jacob," I said. "I hope that you will get down on your knees and pray to God, 
asking him to forgive the vile thoughts that are running through your mind this very second. 
How dare you!"

"I'm sorry, Father Joseph," he said to me.

"Sister Rose and I were discussing Sister Mary, since the good sister has been with the sick 
girl ever since she was taken ill. We were talking over a glass of wine, and that was really all we
did. Talk."

"Yes, Father Joseph," he said. "Now if we can get going."

"We? Are you to be down there in the dungeon too?"

"Yes. You said that you would need two monks to assist you, and the Monsignor has asked
me to be one of them."

"I'm sorry, but that cannot be," I said. "I will not allow you."

"But why?"

"If you can have such evil thoughts about me and Sister Rose, I dare not let you down in 
the dungeon with Sister Mary. Tell Father Luke to come there."

I walked right past Father Jacob. I was quite happy that he wasn't going to assist me. The 
last thing in the world that I needed was for him to put two and two together.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Are we all here then?" I asked.

I was standing in the middle of the dungeon, a few feet away from the table where Sister 
Mary was strapped down. She was completely naked, and I could hear her screaming over and
over again. I was screaming out over her voice so that the monks could hear what I had to say.

I looked at the two able men who were there to aid me. They were dressed in their brown 
monk's robes. Father Luke was the younger of the two, an easygoing boy with straight blond 
hair. Father Andrew was an older man with black hair.

They looked like night and day standing next to each other.

For Luke seemed to be so naive-looking, while Father Andrew seemed to have some idea 
that he was going to be touching this naked girl.

The Monsignor was standing behind me, and Sister Rose was by his side.

"Yes," the Monsignor said. "We're all here."

I turned and looked at Sister Mary. I moved my hand to her forehead and placed the palm 
down flat. Then I spoke.

"Oh God, we are asking You to save this poor girl's soul. She is possessed by something 
that we have ho power over, and only You, O Lord, can help us."

"Liar," she started to scream. "You have the power over it. You're the one who inflicted it 
upon me. You forced that boy to have intercourse with me, and I've felt my soul burning in 
Hell ever since. It's you who are evil, Father Joseph."

I tried not to tremble, for fear that the Monsignor would see.

"The girl is lying," I said. "It is obvious that she is lying, and if not, I will prove it to all."

I let my hand slide down over her face. She tried to bite me as I moved it over her mouth. I
ran my hand all the way down, over her tits, flat belly, then to her pussy. I could feel how wet 
her cunt lips were by then.

I slid my fingers into her pussy and started to wiggle her clitoris around.

"See how she breathes," I said, pointing it out to the two monks. "See how she starts to 
feel the sexual lust immediately. This girl has the Devil in her."

"No," she was screaming. "It's you!"

"Sister Rose?" I overheard the Monsignor saying, "is there any truth to what Sister Mary is 
saying at all?"

"No truth, sir," she said to him, and she kissed his hand.

"What are you going to do to drive the Devil from her?" the Monsignor asked, dropping 
her hand and walking over to me.

"If intercourse is the only thing she understands, then we must give her what she wants. 
We must give it to her in abundance, until she realizes how evil it is."

"How?"

"There are two able men over there," I said. "Both of them have cocks. This girls seems to 
crave cocks. Let her have them."

Father Luke turned white. Father Andrew seemed quite willing however. He walked closer 
to the table and put his hand on the girl's young breast. He started to pinch her nipple a little 
bit, and I watched as a bulge began to form under his robe.

"Strip, father," I said to him. "Let her see what you look like."

Father Andrew threw off his robe, revealing a tight, hairy body. His body reminded me a 
great deal of my father's, with a thick black cock bush.

He started to rub his cock over the girl's bound arm, closer and closer to her face.

"Should I shut her up?" he asked me, for she was still screaming vile things.

"Yes," I said. "Show her what power you have in your cock. We can use it as God's weapon 
to fight against the Devil."

She wouldn't turn her head to look at him, and so, he yanked her head in his direction. She
opened her mouth to gasp, and just as she did, he rammed his cock between her lips and 
forced himself deep in the back of her throat.

I looked at the Monsignor and he seemed a bit wary of what I was doing.

However, I could tell that he was getting turned on watching, because of the bulge that 
was forming in his groin.

I looked at Sister Rose, and she seemed to know what to do. She moved behind the 
Monsignor and started to caress his cock bulge.

Then I turned and stared at Luke.

"You will strip now, and you will help us carry out the Lord's work."

The boy was trembling, and so, I walked over to him. I reached for the front of his robe 
and ripped it right off.

His cock was limp. I started to scream at him.

"Don't be ashamed to get it hard. You're doing it for the Lord, and He will see you 
through, Father Luke. Remember that. Stroke it. Stroke it and get it hard for the Lord. Then we 
can drive the Devil out of Sister Mary."

"But how?" he asked, and he moved his hand to his cock.

"The Devil entered her through her vagina, and you will put your cock in there and drive 
him out. Drive him out of her."

I watched as he tugged on his cock and he started to get harder.

Sister Rose walked over to him, and she sunk to her knees and began to suck him into her 
mouth. I looked at the change of expression on Father Luke's face.

If he had been scared of getting hard before, he was now learning what a sensational 
feeling it was. He started to thrust his cock in and out of Sister Rose's mouth, and then she 
pulled away.

"I'm sorry," she said, turning to the Monsignor. "I don't know what happened."

"It was God, calling to you and telling you to do that," I said. "For look at the end result. He
is ready."

Father Luke's cock was quite hard, and I pulled him over to the table.

"Enter her cunt," I said. "Drive it in deep and hard."

He climbed on the table and started to rub his cock head against her pussy lips. Then he 
drove himself in. I heard Father Andrew scream.

"Shit! She bit me. She bit me."

"It wasn't her," I said. "It was the Devil that made her do it. Stay away from her mouth. 
There are other places where he lurks in her body."

Father Andrew stepped back, and we all watched as Luke continued to thrust good and 
hard, ramming with a full force. I told him that when he felt like he was throbbing, he should 
pull out. I did not want him coming in her yet.

He pulled out about ten minutes later, and his dick was coated with a thick layer of cream, 
all from inside of her cunt.

"Father Joseph," the Monsignor said, "I don't see how this is doing any good."

"It's doing them all sexual good," Sister Mary screamed out. "He knows that sex is all there 
is. At least he thinks that way. He's evil."

"Listen to her," the Monsignor said. "She is not any better."

"The Devil is tricky," I said. "We cannot expect him to disappear right away. He moved from
one entrance to the other."

"What do you mean by that?"

"We have to guard all her openings," I said.

I commanded the two men to unchain the girl from the table. I wanted her asshole to be 
accessible and vulnerable, for I was planning on having one of the men take her from behind. 
As soon as she was free, though, she started to kick and bite.

She broke free from the grip of the two fathers, then ran to Sister Rose.

She got down on her knees and started to beg the older nun.

"Please, you must let them know that I am not lying about what happened three days ago.
You must let them know what an evil man Father Joseph is. He's a depraved, perverted monk, 
who uses the name of God to get whatever he wants."

Sister Rose was crying a little bit, and I wasn't sure if she was going to break down or not. 
She looked into the naked nun's eyes, then at me.

Suddenly, she pulled her hand back and swung it across the naked nun's face. Sister Mary 
fell on her back, and the two men ran to grab her.

"How dare you accuse a noble monk of such things," Sister Rose was screaming. "You will 
be tortured until the Devil decides to leave your soul, girl. If sex is the way to do it, then it 
must be done that way."

I could tell that, because of the good sister's attitude, the Monsignor was beginning to 
believe everything that I was saying.

As the two men grabbed Sister Mary, I started to command them and tell them what I 
wanted them to do. Father Luke had a much larger cock that Father Andrew, and I thought 
that it would be better if he fucked the girl's asshole.

When I told the Father to ram his cock into her asshole, she started to scream even louder.
However, the young blond-haired father did what I said, I listened as the girl screamed with 
intense pain.

Luke was standing the whole time, and she kept trying to break free. However, Andrew 
was in front of her. I told him that he had to ram his cock into her cunt.

When he did that, she screamed louder.

It seemed like they were having a hard time standing, and they slowly began to sink to the
floor. Luke lay on his back, and pulled her on top of him. Father Andrew's cock fell out of her 
cunt for a minute, but once Luke had her positioned, he yanked her legs apart and started to 
thrust into her cunt.

Meanwhile, Sister Rose was pulling the Monsignor's robe up. For an older man with gray 
hair, I was amazed by the looks of his cock. The hair surrounding it was still black, and I 
imagined that was the old man's hair color when he was younger.

His cock was larger than Father Luke's. It was, in fact, the largest cock that I had ever seen 
in my life.

Sister Rose could barely wrap her fingers around it, but she was doing a nice job of 
massaging him, regardless. I looked at the expression of pleasure on his face as she 
masturbated his cock.

"Look at you! Look at you! You're all depraved. All of you!" Sister Mary was screaming, and 
I wanted to shut her up.

Sister Rose started to lead the Monsignor closer and closer to the naked girl on the floor, 
and as she told him to get on his knees, I knew what she was going to do. She rubbed his 
cock head over Sister Mary's lips.

Sister Mary started to try and bite him, and he seemed like he was going to pull back.

Sister Rose stood up.

"Stay there, Monsignor," she said. "This girl thinks that she can bite you. She's wrong, and 
she has to learn that now."

The nun walked over to the wall and pulled down a thick leather whip. She started to lash 
it at Sister Mary's naked breasts, hitting her so hard that her flesh was quite bruised. 
Meanwhile, the two fathers continued to fuck her.

"Now take the Monsignor in your mouth and don't you dare bite him," the nun started to 
scream, and I was falling in love with her for doing what she was doing.

As soon as she had given her command, the Monsignor shoved his cock into Sister Mary's 
mouth. He rammed himself in deep, and she started to gag harder than anyone I'd ever heard 
before. I could understand it, since his cock was larger than any cock I had ever seen before in 
my life.

He kept himself deep in her mouth for the longest time, and then he started to thrust in 
and out, slowly. Meanwhile, I was watching the other two men, also.

"Good," I said. "If the Devil is inside of her, he's being driven out now. He has to be. For 
there is nowhere for him to go. You are attacking her from all her openings and there is 
nowhere for him to go but out of her soul."

I heard Father Andrew starting to groan, and from the look on his face, I could tell that he 
was coming in her cunt. I was somewhat disappointed in him, for not being able to hold back 
any longer. However, I didn't say anything.

There was nothing that I could do once he had filled her with his come, for his cock started
to go limp.

As he pulled out, I watched Sister Rose reach for the phallus on the wall. It was the same 
thick phallus that I had shoved up David's asshole to get him to confess.

Rose moved it to Mary's pussy and rammed it into her.

I heard Mary grunting and groaning, but her mouth was too filled with cock for her to be 
able to say anything. She started to writhe her body.

"See how she's enjoying it less and less," Sister Rose was saying. "I think that it's working. I 
think that Father Joseph is a genius."

"He is," the Monsignor said, and I could tell from his heavy breathing and reddened face, 
that he was about to fill her mouth with his seed.

He pulled his cock back just as he started to explode, and I was surprised as he shot thick 
loads of come all over her face.

It was obvious, from his load, that he hadn't come in the longest time.

However, that was just a beginning for him. After that, the Monsignor was putty in my 
hand. The old fool. He seems to think that I'm some kind of wondrous monk because of the 
way I dealt with Sister Mary, and the others.

He hardly even realizes that he was just losing himself to his own sex.

As he finished coming, Luke started to fill her asshole. By that time, Mary was so spent that
she had passed out.

Luke rolled out from under her, and when he stood up, he had a broad smile on his face, 
just like the other men.

"What do you think?" the Monsignor asked me.

It was obvious to me that she had just passed out, but I knew that I couldn't tell him that. 
So I lied to him.

"I think that it might have worked. We shall have to wait and see what happens when she 
wakes up though. I will wait her with Sister Rose. I think it best that the rest of you leave right 
now."

They all started to pull on their clothes, and the Monsignor came over to me to shake my 
hand before leaving the dungeon.

When Sister Rose and I were alone, I walked over to her and kissed her hard on the lips, to 
thank her for what she had done. Not only had she gone along with my story, as she had 
promised, but she also had helped to turn the Monsignor on, and I had had a feeling, earlier, 
that if he hadn't been turned on, he would have stopped what I was overseeing and 
questioned Sister Mary again.

Sister Rose and I helped to get Mary back on the table, and we strapped her down.

"She is lovely, don't you think?" I asked Sister Rose.

"Yes. She always was. I've never liked her though because she seemed to know that she 
was lovely, and paraded around showing off."

"I see," I said to Sister Rose, but I could tell that there was more to it that that. There 
seemed to be a tremendous sexual attraction.

I could tell by the way Sister Rose kept touching the unconscious girl's body. She did 
everything she could to touch her cunt and breasts.

"I wonder what a woman tastes like," she said to me.

I know that she was hoping I would suggest that she try, and I did. I thought that it would 
be nice to watch Sister Rose eating the unconscious Mary. Besides, I wanted Mary to gain 
consciousness before I left the dungeon, just so I could see what she had to say when she got 
up.

Sister Rose spread Mary's cunt lips and started to lick the cream.

"It tastes something like male come," she said to me.

"Don't forget that Father Andrew came in her a short time ago," I said.

"That's right," she said to me.

She moved her mouth back there and continued to lick and slurp. I could feel my cock 
starting to get hard once again.

I had never thought that the sight of two women together would do something like that 
to me, but it had to be one of the most stimulating things I had ever seen in my life. Sister 
Rose was moaning rather loud.

I started to pull my robe up and stroke my hard cock. As I did, Sister Rose glanced over 
and saw what I was doing.

She pulled up her robe and beckoned for me to enter her from behind. I rubbed my cock 
against her soft ass cheeks, then rammed it into her cunt. I could feel her cunt starting to 
spasm around my cock.

It was a nice feeling to be fucking her from behind. Each time I thrust in deep I would feel 
her soft buttocks rubbing against my groin, and then, each time I would pull back, I would pull
all the way out and rub my cock against her soft ass cheeks.

She was lost in Sister Mary's cunt the whole time.

I don't know how long it was that I was fucking her and she was eating the unconscious 
sister before Sister Mary started to regain consciousness.

A great deal of time had passed by, however, and I still hadn't come.

I heard Sister Mary starting to moan, and then she tried to sit up. Since she was chained 
down to the table once more, that was an impossibility. She raised her head and must have 
seen the nun eating her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she started to scream. "Have we all gotten so depraved that you do
something like that? Oh God, help me!"

"God is helping you," I said to her.

It wasn't until I spoke that she looked over and noticed me.

"It's you," she started to scream. "I dreamt that you were dead, Father Joseph, and now I 
wake up and find that you still live. There is no justice in the world if you continue to live, after
doing the things you've done."

I didn't really care about what she was saying. My mind was on my cock. I could feel it 
starting to pulsate in Sister Rose's cunt, and Sister Mary was moaning a little bit between her 
angry words. I could only assume that Sister Rose was making her come.

She started to moan very loud, and that's when I shot into Sister Rose's pussy. I could feel 
her coming, too, and she lifted her head and rubbed her chin against Mary's blonde cunt 
patch.

She stroked Mary's thighs gently, wiggling her ass at the same time that I was shooting my
seed. The whole thing was glorious.

After I had finished coming in Rose, I pulled out. Mary looked at my limp cock and then, all
of a sudden, she spit at me.

"As long as I live, I will tell them all what you did. One person might think I'm crazy, and 
another person might think I'm possessed, but one day, I will run across the person who 
believes me, and then you'll get yours."

"Oh, shut up," Rose said to her, slapping her.

"You'll get yours, too, Sister Rose. You've been having intercourse with this phony Father, 
and God sees all."

"Sister Rose," I said. "Why don't you wait for me upstairs. I want to have a talk with Sister 
Mary, in private."

Sister Rose nodded, then started to walk up the large stone steps.

When I was alone with Mary, I slapped her across the face.

"Come to your senses, girl. No one will believe anything that you say now. They all believe 
that you're possessed. Why don't you just say that your soul has been redeemed, and then I 
can let you go?"

"Because I would be lying to myself, and I cannot live with myself."

"You look thirsty, my dear. Let me get you some wine."

I walked to the wine barrel and poured some into a glass. She didn't see me put the 
poison into the liquid.

I lifted her head up and helped her to drink it all down. She looked up at me and tried to 
force a smile onto her face.

"We believe in different things," she said to me. "There is only room on earth for one of us,
the one who believes in the right thing. That is why I have faith in my God. I know that He will 
see me through, and that He will get His revenge on you for all the evil that you've... "

She started to choke, and I could see her eyes bulging.

"You are right," I said to her. "There is only room on earth for one of us, and soon there 
will only be one of us left."

"You bastard," she said, and those were her last words.

When I arrived upstairs, I told Sister Rose to go along with my story that Sister Mary never 
woke up. I didn't tell Rose that I had poisoned her.

Instead, I told her that Mary had died from the physical abuse.

"You had nothing to do with that, so don't feel guilty. Besides, I think it shows us both that
God does not mind the things we do. If He did, we would have died."

Sister Rose left later that day, escorting the body of Sister Mary back to the convent so she
could have a decent burial.

"I guess she just wasn't strong enough to fight forces with the Devil," the Monsignor said 
to me, as two servants helped to carry the body upstairs and then out of the monastery gates.

"I am certain that was the reason," I told him. "Fortunately, she's in God's hands now. I am 
sure that the Devil didn't get her."

The Monsignor smiled, then touched my head lightly.

"You have done many wondrous things since you've been here, my son. I am sure that God
is looking down on you and smiling."

I sometimes wonder if He is. Or is He laughing?

What does he hold for me in the future? I think about it at times, and I realize that there 
were only bad things in the past.

I was forced to become a monk by my father, who probably hoped I would do good. Well 
father, I hope you can hear me now, when I say Fuck you! I wasn't meant for this life, and I 
wish that I had just been left alone, to find in my future the things I was meant to find!

CHAPTER SIX

I was moaning so loud as I rammed my cock in and out of Meg's hot cunt, that I didn't 
even hear the door to the shed opening.

Suddenly, I felt a thrashing blow on my buttocks, and heard Meg starting to scream.

I rolled off her, my cock still hard, and looked up at my father. He looked like he was 
madder than I had ever seen him.

The whip was thick and black. He started to lash me all over, worse than he'd ever whipped
me before. The one thing that I tried to cover, and it was the one thing that he tried to hit the 
most, was my cock.

"You pig," he was screaming at me. "How could you?"

"You're the one who sleeps with her behind your wife's back," I screamed. "She's only the 
servant, and you sleep with her all the time."

Meg had pulled the covers up over her, trying to protect herself from any lashings. I don't 
blame her, now that I think about it, although, I did hate her for a time when she did it. It was 
as if she was only concerned for herself, and not me.

I was a bloody, weakened mess by the time my father was finished with me, and I felt him 
dragging me outside and into the house.

I was still naked, and the ground felt so rough against my body.

He threw me down on my straw mattress, then threatened me.

"If I ever catch you with her again, I'll kill you. Now I'm going to get my money and go 
back to town. I'm sending her in here to clean you up, but she'd better not touch your cock. 
Do you understand boy?"

"Yes," I said, spitting out the words. "I understand."

Meg came to my bed about a half an hour later. I could feel my whole body stinging as 
she washed the blood away. I tried to touch her breasts, but she pulled back.

She avoided touching my cock, until I asked her why.

"Your father threatened to kill me if he ever found me doing it again."

"He said the same thing to me," I told her. "Still, he's in another town now, and he'll never 
know what happens while he's away."

I moved my hand back to her breast, and she groaned a little.

I opened her blouse, and saw what he had done to her breasts. He had burned both of her
nipples, and both tits looked scarred and ugly. I tried not to let her see how disgusted I was by
the way they looked.

"He did the same thing to my cunt," she said. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let you fuck 
me now. It would hurt too much."

My cock was throbbing with desire. I had gone limp during the whipping, but after being 
dragged to bed, there was nothing else to play with but my dick.

"Suck it then," I moaned. "Please. He won't be back."

I felt her warm mouth sucking my cock. She started to flick her tongue back and forth over
the tip of my cock, and squeezed my balls at the same time. I wanted to touch her so 
desperately, but I knew that my touching her would only bring her more pain than pleasure, 
and I didn't want to do that.

But I hated my father so much more for what he had done. I could understand what he did
to me, but I couldn't believe how he had abused her.

Maybe I learned how to abuse from him, and the things he did.

There was a time when seeing a girl with scarred, burned tits, would turn me off, the way it
happened with Meg. But now, I can even inflict the burning myself, and my cock will continue 
to throb with life.

I came in Meg's mouth, and she drank my come slowly.

Then she finished washing me off, and helped me get dressed.

I stayed in bed for the next week. I could hardly move, and spent most of the time talking 
with my step-brother, Peter.

I started teaching Peter a great deal about sex, but we would only talk about it when his 
mother wasn't around.

His mother, my step-mother, was a fairly attractive woman who had let herself go over the 
years. She had once had a beautiful figure, and long black hair. However, after a few years, her
tits were saggy, and her hair was straggly.

Personally, I had never found her sexually attractive.

However, she seemed to pay a lot of attention to me when I was sick in bed during that 
week. She always wanted to try and help me up, and help me dress in the mornings. My father
hardly even noticed that she was paying so much attention to me. He hardly ever took notice 
of anything that she did.

One afternoon, my father had gone into town and she sent Peter off to a friend's house for
the day.

It was the last afternoon that I stayed in bed, after the whipping.

"I brought you some hot soup," she said, kneeling beside my bed. "You still didn't tell me 
what happened to you. What did you do to upset your father so?"

"You're better off not knowing," I told her.

"I only thought that you might like to talk about it. Sometimes it does a young man good 
to talk about things and get things off his chest."

"He caught me in bed with Meg," I told her.

She spilled the soup on my pants. I don't know if it was because she was shocked, or if it 
was an accident, or if it was intentional. I tend to think that it was the latter, because of what 
she did next.

"Oh God, I must have burned you," she told me. "Here, get out of those pants quickly and 
let me help you."

I lifted my ass up off the bed and she hurried to pull my pants down.

My limp cock flopped out, and she moved her hand to it.

The minute she touched it, I could feel myself starting to lengthen in response. When she 
sensed that, she started to stroke me with a harder determination. When I was fully hard, she 
seemed to be quite impressed.

"I never would have known that a boy your age, only thirteen... "

"Soon to be fourteen," I reminded her.

"That a boy could have such a responsive cock, and such a large one, too."

She started to rub her thumb over my cock slit, and I started to moan a little bit. I moved 
my hand to her tit and stroked it through her blouse.

Suddenly, she opened her blouse. Her tits were still rather attractive. She held them up, as 
if offering them to me. Then she moved them around my cock and started to squeeze them 
together. I couldn't believe how soft she felt.

It was the first time I have ever rubbed my cock against a woman's breasts, and I could feel
myself throbbing.

"Let me taste you," she said.

She opened her mouth wide and moved it down over my cock. She had a mouth that was 
much wetter than any other. Meg's mouth was good and hot, but my step-mother's was filled 
with warm, lubricating saliva.

She started to pull at my balls as she moved her mouth up and down my shaft, as fast as 
she could.

When I started to throb, she pulled her head to my cock tip and started to flick her tongue
back and forth over the slit.

When I came, she continued doing that, and it was in such a way that she ended up licking
me completely dry.

"Was that nice?" she asked me, quite concerned about how I felt.

"Yes, it was."

"Was it as good as Meg?" she asked.

"It was better, if you want to know the truth. I liked it a lot more."

"Then why doesn't your father?" she said, and then she started to cry. "He hasn't made 
love to me in years. I know that he makes love to the servant girl. He thinks that I don't know, 
and you must have thought that I didn't know, too."

"Then you do know all about it?" I asked her.

"Yes. I wonder if he knows about me and the man in town, though."

"Are you telling me that you have a lover, too?"

"Yes," she said. "Every normal woman needs one. So does a man."

I think about that sometimes when I'm in the dungeon. It's hard to try and make the other 
monks think I'm living with one belief when I'm living with another.

For I do agree with what my step-mother said. Every normal man or woman needs sex. 
Since the monks and nuns, and all other faithful servants to God are supposed to love Him so 
much that they remain celibate, I find it hard to talk with most of my colleagues for they are 
denying their own sexuality.

I cannot. I would not feel right. I find that I wake up some mornings with an erection, and 
as I lie in bed, I naturally begin to fondle myself. I don't always bring myself off to orgasm, but 
the pleasures that I feel for those few minutes of fondling is so incredibly nice, that I cannot 
imagine ever giving it up.

When I told my step-mother that I agreed with her, she smiled.

"And have you been teaching my son the same things?"

"Yes," I told her, thinking that I should be bold and honest about it. "Peter knows almost 
everything that there is to know about sex. Now all he needs is a woman so he can put all his 
learning into practical use."

"Well, I think he will be a good lover one day, then. If you taught him."

"But you do not know how I make love," I told her. "You have only sucked me off. You have
not let me fuck you."

My step-mother stood up and moved her hand to her skirt buttons. She opened them 
quickly and let her skirt slide to the floor.

Her body didn't look bad at all. Her tits were kind of saggy, like I had said, but she 
managed to hold them up rather well so that you could hardly tell. And once she had stripped
off her dress, I didn't look at her tits too much. I was too busy concentrating on her pussy. She
had thick black hair around her pussy, and her cunt lips looked like they were already wet and 
swollen, as if she had come while sucking my cock.

She lay down on the bed beside me, on her back, and I decided to lick her body all over 
and get her turned on more. Besides, my cock was only semi-hard at that point. My orgasm 
with her had been quite intense, and I knew that it was going to take me some time to get my
dick hard once again.

I started to kiss her on the lips, and when I did, I felt her sucking eagerly on my tongue. It 
was incredible. For a few seconds, she was sucking on my tongue so hard that I thought she 
might suck it right out of my mouth.

I moved my fingers down to one tit and started to pinch her stiff brown nipple.

It was already stiff when I started to pinch it, and the more I rubbed it, the harder she was 
breathing. I loved the way her tits were heaving up and down and rubbing against my chest. I 
started to rub my leg between her two legs, and I could feel the wetness on her pussy lips 
increasing.

That's when I kissed my way down to her tit. I sucked on her nipple for the longest time. I 
could tell, after trying various methods, that my step-mother liked it when I bit into her nipple.
She loved it when I was grinding my teeth together with her hard nipple caught there. As I did
that, I let my hand wander down between her legs. I slid two fingers into her pussy and felt 
how she was spasming so hard.

I began to kiss my way down between her legs. I spread her pussy lips wide and worked 
her small clit. Her clit wasn't even that stiff when she was coming, but after working it over 
with my tongue, it increased in size.

Then she started to come harder, and I could feel her pussy juices dripping onto my 
tongue. I Jet them slide right down my throat, and I was quite pleased with their taste. I 
wondered about something.

I wondered if there was just something special about the cunt of a mature woman who 
had born a child. That was because she was only my second cunt, Meg's being the first, and 
she tasted so much sweeter than Meg ever had.

I am not putting Meg down. She was a fabulous girl and a terrific fuck.

But my step-mother was so tasty, that I was licking her cunt for almost an hour before I 
decided that it was time to fuck her. My cock was fully hard by then (it had gotten fully hard 
after eating her for ten minutes) and I was rubbing it against the sheets of the bed to keep 
myself turned on.

As I started to kiss my way up my step-mother's body, I heard her groan for a second. As it
turned out, she was disappointed when I pulled my mouth away from her cunt, hardly 
realizing until actual entry, that I had pulled away so I could start fucking her.

I rubbed my cock over her pussy lips for a minute, then rammed my way deep into her. 
She let out a long moan and thrust her ass up off the bed, slapping her cunt against me. I felt 
her legs wrapping around my ass, and she clung onto me that way for the entire fuck. I was 
quite happy with the fuck, too.

I thrust my cock in and out of her slowly. I wished that I could have moved a little bit 
faster, but her tight legs were preventing me from doing that. Overall, though, I think it was 
better for the sexual pleasures to be moving so slowly. They had a chance to build up, so that 
by the time I was ready for release, I really came.

However, that orgasm did not occur for a long time. Each time she would feel my cock 
throbbing inside of her wet pussy, she would wrap her legs around my ass so tight that I 
couldn't move at all. Usually, it was at a point where she was lost in her orgasms, and the 
feeling of her tight spasming pussy was nice enough without my thrusting.

In fact, I'm sure that if I had been moving in and out of her at the same time, I never would
have been able to fuck her for such a long period of time. I would have worked my way up 
past the excitement level, and then I would have come.

As it was, I was sweating heavily by the time she let me come. I could feel the sweat 
between our two bodies, and it was quite pleasant. I was rubbing my chest against her tits, 
and I could feel myself sliding.

It was while I was rubbing my body against hers that I felt my dick throbbing, and I knew 
that I was past the point of holding back. The cock pulsations had reached an intensity level 
where the only thing left to do was come.

I moaned, and warned her of my impending orgasm, and then I started to shoot into her 
pussy. I could feel her warm juices rolling down over my cock as I came inside of her, and she 
clung to me even harder then.

She had her hands wrapped around my back, moving up and down and wiping my sweat 
away. I could feel my back tingling as she did that, and my whole body was tingling, too. I felt 
an incredible loss of energy as I shot into her, and when it was over, I just rolled off and lay on 
my back.

I felt her tongue running over my chest. She flicked it hack and forth over my nipples, then
moved it down to my limp cock. I felt her sucking it between her lips and flicking her tongue 
over the piss slit, licking out the last few drops of come that I had inside of me.

Afterwards, she got up and dressed, silently. She brought me a new pair of pants and 
helped me to dress, and when I lay back on the bed, nothing more was said about what had 
happened. I assumed that it would never happen again.

I was right, too. I would have liked to happen at least one more time, but I think that my 
step-mother was feeling very guilty about what had happened.

And in many ways, I didn't really need her.

You see, there were many young and beautiful girls in town, and I would find myself going 
into town more and more often. I had a few steady girlfriends, none of them knowing about 
the other, and sometimes, when I was in town, I would pay a visit to one, two, or three of them
in one day, depending on how much energy I had left after I was with each one. I was fourteen
and fifteen during those years.

The best girl that I had was named Roxanne.

She had long black hair and a sleek, cat-like body. When she would strip for me, she would
usually do it slowly and sensually. I remember one day when it was raining out, and the sky 
was dark.

Roxanne had a fire going, and she began a slow strip for me, right in front of the fire. Her 
body had always been quite appealing, but when she stripped with the reflections of the fire 
flickering on her body, she looked even better.

I was rubbing my cock through my pants as she stripped, and by the time she was 
completely naked, I was fully hard.

Roxanne moved her mouth down to my pants and she started to nibble on my cock 
through the material. I couldn't believe how sensational that was feeling. She kept flicking her 
tongue back and forth over the tip of my cock, while her teeth kind of gnawed into me. Of 
course, she wasn't gnawing hard enough to hurt me.

If anything, she was bring me incredible spasms of pleasure. I moved my hand down to 
her small, but firm tit, and played with her nipple.

"Oh, Joseph," she said to me, "do you see any kind of future for us?"

"In what way?" I asked her, although I knew what she had in mind.

"As man and wife, perhaps. I thought that one day, in the future, you and I could be 
married and have a family of our own."

"And how would we live?" I asked, still pinching her nipple.

"You will inherit your father's farm one day," she said. "You will. He has to leave it to you, 
for you are his only son."

"I am not. There's Peter, who he seems to like better than me. I am his first born son, that 
is true. But he hates me."

"But you will still get it," she said. "I know."

"Then we will marry, Roxanne."

I knew that I was lying to her. After all, I was only fourteen, and I knew that my father was 
going to be sending me away at age sixteen. I did not know that he was going to be sending 
me to a monastery, however.

Still, when Roxanne heard me promise, she pulled my pants down and then started to lick 
my cock everywhere. I loved it when she sucked my balls into her mouth and then pulled her 
mouth back a little, stretching my scrotal sack.

She started to moan as she sucked on my balls.

"I want to fuck your face," I told her, and she moved her mouth back to my cock.

She opened her mouth, then sucked my cock head between her lips. As soon as she did 
that, I started to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, hard. I would ram my way deep into 
the back of her throat, and hold there for as long as I wanted to. There were moments when I 
saw tears dripping down her cheeks.

I knew, though, that if she loved me, she would let me do whatever I wanted.

She must have loved me, for I cannot remember a harder fuck in my life. I kept slamming 
my cock into her mouth, and I could feel and hear the sound of my balls slapping against her 
chin. She didn't do anything to try and stop the hard slaps.

And from the way she was moaning, I knew she had to love it.

When my cock started to pulsate in her mouth, she started to try and dig her tongue into 
my slit, as if she wanted to try and get to the come before it shot out. She dug her tongue in 
deep, and I could feel my whole body shuddering with pleasure. I unleashed an incredible 
load into her mouth and she swallowed it all.

I continued to see Roxanne until I was sixteen. On my sixteenth birthday my father handed
me some money and some clothing, and sent me out of the house.

"Where will I go?" I asked him.

He told me that he had arranged for me to enter a monastery. First, I was to travel to a 
town, twenty miles away. I would be trained there, I was told, and then I was to be assigned to
another monastery, once I had become a father.

"I will not go there," I said to him, defiantly. "You cannot force to me become a monk. I do 
not believe in all that."

"Then you can try and make it on your own, and starve at the same time," he said to me. 
"The money will give you food for a short time, and that is all. You can try and get a job, but 
no one will hire you. You don't look strong enough."

"But father, can't I stay here?" I said, and although I wanted to get on my knees and beg 
him, I didn't want to lower myself in that way. I knew it would have given him such pleasure to
see me begging him.

"No," he screamed at me. "You will leave. I don't want you here. I hate you."

As I have mentioned many times, I had always suspected that my father hated me, but that
was the first time he had ever told me so.

"You must have great hatred for yourself, too," I said.

"Get out, boy. Get out. You will never set foot here again. Meg will be all mine."

"So that's it. You want her. Well, you can have her. But she was mine for a time, and she will
always feel she is mine. And let me tell you one other thing. Your new wife is a better fuck. You
should try her."

"What?" he asked, and he looked like he was ready to kill me.

"I have fucked her, too. She is good. She is hot. I don't know why you haven't gone near 
her all these years, but since you haven't, she turned to me for other things. I filled her needs, 
father."

He did slap me across the face, and I slapped him back, harder.

In fact, my blow was so hard that he fell to the ground. I could see him filling with rage, 
and I knew better than to stick around and fight him. He had always been quite strong, and 
although I thought there was a possibility that I could take him on, I didn't want to stick 
around to find out.

I never saw my father again, until a few days ago.

It is so strange how life takes its turns. My father sent me away, thinking that he would 
never see me again, hoping that the Church would change me.

He probably never dreamed that he would be a victim in my dungeon, or that I would 
oversee his murder trial and eventually torture him to the point where he was screaming for 
me to put him out of his misery by killing him.

When he begged me to do that, I could do nothing but comply.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When the Monsignor called me into his office and told me that there was a man in the 
dungeon who had been accused of murdering his wife, I had no idea that it was my father 
until I arrived there to check him out.

I walked down the large stone steps, and I could feel the chilled air permeating my bones. 
There was no fire in the fireplace, and I knew that the prisoner must have been half-dead from
the cold.

At first, I hardly even recognized my father.

What had once been a strong, muscular hairy man, was now a thin, frail figure. His rib 
bones were sticking through his skin, and he looked as if he hadn't had decent nourishment 
for days and days.

He was unconscious as I looked at him, his head hanging down against his chest.

I moved my hand to the chin and raised the head, then gasped. The face was the same, 
and I felt instant hatred.

If anything, the only part of my father's naked body that looked the same was his cock. It 
was limp at the time, having retreated into his thick black pubic bush. As I held his head up, 
his eyes fluttered for a few minutes.

"Father, please help me," he moaned, without looking at me.

He had no idea that I was his son yet.

"What have you done, old man?" I asked him. "Or are you old? You look like you've aged 
before your time."

"I have, good father," he said. "I have been tortured and abused."

"And what is your crime? What have you done to deserve such abuse?"

"Nothing," he said. "Or rather, something that should have been done a long time ago. I 
killed my wife."

"And you expect me to pity you for that? For the killing of a good woman?"

"Oh, but good father, she was not a good woman. She was evil. She was whoring behind 
my back, making a cuckold of me."

"And were you cheating on her, too?" I asked, knowing full well that he was.

But he lied to me. He told me that he had been faithful to her ever since he had married 
her. I could have cut his cock off right then and there. But I knew that it would be better to 
watch him suffer slowly.

"Well, why would she cheat on you then?" I asked. "Perhaps you weren't carrying out your 
sexual duties with her. A woman expects a husband to make love to her and fulfill her needs. 
Were you?"

"Yes," he said. "I fulfilled her whenever she wanted it. You must believe me."

Suddenly, I thought of my step-mother and how she had cried to me about my father's 
lack of attention toward her. It dawned on me that she would never cry again because he had 
ended her life. I hated him more than ever.

I pulled my hand back and slapped him across the face, hard!

"You lying scum," I screamed. "I know how you treated that woman, and I know that she 
turned to others for affection."

"But how do you know things like that?" he asked.

"Look closer, old man. Look at me. I am the son you once sent away. Look at me. I am 
Joseph. Yes, old man. I have power over you now."

His eyes bulged with fright as he opened them wide. They were all red and bloodshot, yet 
the terror was quite obvious.

"No, Joseph," he said to me. "Can it really be you? Oh, thank God."

"For what?" I asked him.

"I know that you will help me out of here. I prayed to God in the hopes that He would 
send someone to save me, and He sent you."

"Old man, you have it wrong. I have been sent here to deal with you. To get you to confess
to the murder, and then have you dealt with. And do you think that I would show you pity? Do
you really think so?"

"But you are my son."

"You never treated me like a son, and I don't see any reason why I should treat you like a 
father. To me, you are only one guilty man who will be punished."

I took a step back and looked at his wracked, pathetic body. I reached for one of the large,
thick leather whips on the wall and held it tightly in my hand.

I pulled the whip back and lashed him across the chest, thinking about the time that he 
had whipped me when he caught me with Meg. I thought about how I had been laid up in 
bed for a week, almost passing through the door of death, but somehow, managing to hang 
onto that last bit of life inside of me.

My father was screaming as the blood trickled down his chest.

I made sure not to hit his cock, however, for I knew that I would really hurt him there. 
Besides, I had other things in mind for his cock. But first, I wanted a young girl there too help 
me.

For during my time with victims in the dungeon, I had learned one thing.

It was better to have an object of pure sexual desire for the victim there. When the victim 
was aroused, the tortures always worked much better.

I left my father dripping with blood. I did give him some wine to drink, holding the cup to 
his lips. As I was walking back up the steps, I could hear him moaning and praying to God, 
begging Him to help him.

"There is a certain girl that I know this man had sexual relations with," I told the Monsignor
when I was in his office. "I would like to send for her, for I am sure that she would help me 
deal with this man."

"How do you know about her?" the older man asked me.

"He told me about her. He was having sexual relations with the girl when his wife found 
them. She was so incensed that she started to scream, and that was when the man tried to 
shut his wife up. He covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming, and when she 
continued to kick and fight, his grip tightened. He broke her neck."

I made all that up, I must tell you. My father had told me nothing about the details of my 
step-mother's death.

Still, I wanted to see Meg again, and as soon as I had explained why to the Monsignor, he 
sent a messenger to my father's farm.

The Monsignor never had any idea that the man in the dungeon was my father, and as far 
as I know, he never found out about it. If he had, I'm sure he would have commanded another
monk to carry out the tortures, thinking that I would never want to do something like that to 
my father. And if he had known, and I had insisted that. I still wished to carry out the tortures, 
he would have suspected that I had a deep hatred for the old man and that my hatred for him
would be behind everything I did.

No! As far as the Monsignor knew, this man was just another man for me to torture.

It took three days before Meg arrived at the monastery, and when she did arrive, she 
looked very worn. It had been less than ten years since I had seen her last, but she had aged a 
great deal during that time.

Her tits still looked firm and round, and her face still had retained some of her youthful 
beauty. I met her at the gate, and when she recognized me, she seemed a little bit shocked. I 
covered my lips, indicating that I didn't want her to say anything.

"Just treat me as if you've never met me before," I told her.

As we walked, I explained that my father was being held prisoner in the dungeon and that 
we were on our way to see him. As I told her that, she shuddered.

"I thought that you liked him," I said.

"You were wrong, Joseph. Or should I call you Father Joseph? Anyway, I never did like your 
father. I slept with him, true, but that was because he threatened to fire me if I didn't. Besides, 
he was not a bad man in bed. He was always somewhat tender, even when he was driving it in
and out of me with a rage."

"And what of my step-mother?" I asked. "What happened between them?"

"I saw it all," Meg told me. "One afternoon, your father went into town. Your step-mother 
called her son into her bedroom. She started to make love to him. Her own son, Father 
Joseph. Incest. She had been making love to him ever since you had been sent away. She had 
other lovers, too, but none of them came to the house. She would go into town and meet 
them there."

"I knew about them. For she once told me of them. But how did you know if they never 
came to the house? Did she tell you?"

"She did," Meg said. "You see, I was having relations with your step-mother, too. She loved
it when I licked her pussy, and so, we were rather close. She told me that she forgave me for 
what I did with her husband, your father, and told me that she understood why I was doing it. 
She was a sweet woman."

"That she was. But tell me of her death."

"Your father came back from town early that day, while your mother was still with her son. 
When he entered the house and found them together, he was outraged. I heard him 
screaming, and then your step-brother ran out of the house, naked. He was running for help, 
screaming of how your father was beating your step-mother. I ran and looked through the 
window, in time to see him hitting her with a large shovel."

"He killed her that way?"

"Yes. He hit her again and again, never stopping even when the blood was pouring onto 
the floor like wine from a goblet. Peter came running back with two men who grabbed your 
father and tied him up, but it was too late for the woman. She was dead."

We had arrived at the dungeon door, and as I opened it and let her step inside, I followed 
and locked the door behind me. I didn't want anyone entering and finding out what I was 
going to' do.

As the two of us walked downstairs, and Meg saw the pathetic figure of my father hanging
on the wall, she gasped. She told me that she had never seen him looking so weak before, and
we both laughed.

I threw some water onto my father's face, and that woke him up. I stood behind Meg, 
cupping my hands over her tits and pressing them together.

"Father, look at who I have brought here," I told him.

I opened her blouse buttons slowly and let her frock fall to the floor, revealing her naked 
body in the flesh. Her body was still full and beautiful, and as I continued to play with her 
nipples, feeling them stiffening under my touch, I kept my eyes on my father's cock and 
watched it rise slowly.

"He is so weak," I said to Meg, "but he is not weak enough for his cock to stay down. That 
is the one part of him that always seems to be working."

Meg started to lick her lips, and I could feel her legs buckling. She started to sink to the 
floor, and as she moved her mouth to my father's cock, I pulled on her long red hair, yanking 
her back.

"Do not think that you will suck him," I said. "I did not bring you here so that you could 
bring him sexual pleasure. You're here for a different reason."

"What?"

"Sexual torture," I said, and I started to pull my robe up slowly.

My cock was fully hard by that time, and when Meg looked at it, she started to lick her lips.
I pulled her head to my cock and she opened her mouth wide.

"Look, father," I said. "Meg and I used to do this all the time. Look and see what I am 
enjoying, and what you will never enjoy again."

Meg's mouth was so nice after all those years. She swallowed my cock, taking it in quite 
deep. I grabbed her cheeks and started to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, always 
looking at my father.

His hard-on was twitching, and I could see one drop of come leaking out of the head of 
his cock. I reached over and started to rub that drop over his cock head, then dug my long 
fingernail into his piss slit.

He let out a loud, piercing scream that I can still hear echoing through my mind, even as I 
write the account of what happened.

His cock started to go limp, and that was when I stopped scratching him with my nail. 
After all, I knew that the longer he was aroused, the more he'd want to fuck Meg, and the 
more torturous it would be for him when I wouldn't let him.

I could feel my cock throbbing in Meg's mouth, and that's when I pulled out.

"You can suck him now, but only for a few seconds," I said to her.

I watched my father writhe with passion as she sucked his cock. The best part of it was 
when he tried to pull his wrists free from the manacles that held him chained up. I could see 
the metal cutting into his wrists, and he was bleeding there.

Meg seemed to understand how I meant for her to torture him. There were moments 
when I would see her pull her mouth back to his cock tip and flick her tongue back and forth 
over his twitching slit. He would beg her to take him all the way down again, because he was 
nearing the point of orgasm.

However, she knew enough not to. If she had, I surely would have beat her.

"Meg," I told her, when I was ready, "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you slowly and put 
on a performance for my father."

She stood up, forgetting all about my father's twitching cock, then walked over to me. I 
watched as she started to massage her pussy lips with her fast fingers, and soon her fingers 
were dripping with juice.

She lay back on the large wooden table. I saw no need to strap her down, since I was not 
planning to hurt her. She spread her legs quite wide, and I made sure that we were at such an 
angle so my father could see everything.

I rubbed my cock head over her cunt lips, and saw my father crying.

I loved watching him cry, and I thought of how I had been crying when he whipped me. I 
entered Meg with a full thrusting force and felt her cunt wrap around my cock. She was still as
tight as she had always been.

My father was incensed watching us, and he started to scream.

"You false father," he yelled at me. "I will tell them all that you are still copulating with 
women, even though you are supposed to be true to the Lord. I will tell them all, and you will 
suffer for it."

There was a small vial of liquid on the table near Meg. I had left it sitting there a few days 
ago when I had been in to see my father.

It contained some acid, which I knew would bum away skin in an instant.

As my father started to abuse me verbally, I threw some of the acid on him. I heard the 
sizzling sound as it landed on his chest, and I watched as it burned away not only the thick 
layers of black hair, but even more, the tender skin.

The smell of burning flesh caught Meg's attention, and she looked over as my father 
started to scream in pain. I only smiled.

I could feel my cock throbbing in her tight pussy, and I slowed down. I pulled out, leaving 
her for a minute. Then I applied some acid to my father's nipples, and watched as the evil 
liquid ate away at his skin.

"Mercy on your poor father," I heard him moaning to me.

"You have never showed mercy toward me, or anyone else since I can remember. Surely 
you do not expect me to show you any mercy."

I dripped some acid on his pubic patch, but not his cock.

Then I went back to Meg and entered her again. She sighed as my cock filled her pussy 
once again, and I could feel her tight spasms continuing. She wrapped her legs around my ass
and massaged my buttocks.

I could feel my whole body surging with pleasure.

I picked up a large whip and started to whip my father again. I would lash out the thick 
leather each time I thrust into Meg's pussy, and when I was on the verge of coming, I started 
to thrust so fast.

I made sure to keep up my whipping, though, and my father's skin was tom to shreds. I 
was laughing the whole time as I watched the life slowly oozing out of his body. But he still 
wasn't dead.

And his cock, that evil cock, was still fully hard.

I knew that my father's dick would never go down until after he died, and I think it was 
right then and there that I decided he would, in fact, be dead by the end of the day. There was
no reason to keep him alive and in prison for the rest of his life, and that was where he would 
end up, for sure.

After all, he was a murderer. There had been witnesses.

I knew that it was better to just end his life, and I'm sure that if he's looking down on me 
now, from Heaven, or even looking up from Hell, he probably thinks that I'm right. Oh, it's true
that his death was a cold, bloody one, and that he did suffer a great deal of mental anguish 
(watching me and Meg) and physical anguish (from the acid and the whipping), but if he had 
been in prison, he would have continued to suffer until the day that he died.

I've seen the way the men are treated in prison. They're treated worse than scum.

When I came in Meg, I pulled out and walked closer to my father. I dropped the whip on 
the floor and then reached for his cock.

"You have used this cock as a weapon on others," I said. "There was a time once when my 
step-mother cried to me because you would not make love to her. I had to take your place 
that time and service her with my cock."

"Please," he said to me. "I'm dying. I need something to save me."

"Nothing will save you now, but your own repentance. And even then, there is no way I 
can promise you that you will live."

"My body is aching, and I cannot go on."

I stroked his cock gently, and I knew that I was sending waves of pleasure through him. 
However, I could hear him gasping for air. His throat was very dry.

"Meg, come here and make my father come," I said, having a change of heart for a brief 
minute. "Let him know what it feels like to come at the hands of a woman, for he might never 
get to feel that again."

"Why?" he moaned to me. "What do you have in mind for me?"

"You will find out when it happens," I said. I stepped out of the way and let Meg approach 
him. Her whole body was flushed with color, and as far as I could tell, she was still lost in some
of the pleasures from our fucking. Her pussy was quite wet.

She moved her body close to my father's, but didn't press hers against his. I think she had 
enough sense to realize that there was still some acid on his body and that if it touched hers, 
she would get burned.

She massaged his cock in her hand and rubbed the tip of it against her pussy.

I heard him moaning as she did that, and I could sense that he was choking a little bit, too.
I don't know when the last time he had a drink was. I assumed that he was fed at least once a 
day, but I could have been wrong.

He had been in our dungeon for almost a week already.

As she rubbed his cock against her pussy lips, he was throbbing.

"Please, I cannot stand this any longer," he started to moan. "I have to get it all over with. I 
have to."

Now one might think that he was talking about fucking her. He could have meant that he 
wanted to enter her and come.

But I took it to mean that he wanted to get his life over with. In that way, it was easy for 
me to do what I had done. It was a slight variation on what I had done to Sister Maria to put 
her out of her misery.

Only this time, I gave my father some acid to drink.

I waited until I saw his cock pulsating harder against Meg's pussy, and waited even longer, 
until I saw him shoot one load of come against her red pussy patch. Then I took a goblet and 
filled it with some water and some acid.

"Here, old man," I said. "You need something to drink as you come."

I held the goblet to his lips and started to pour the water into his mouth. My father drank, 
eagerly, but he started to scream a moment later when the acid started to burn away his 
insides.

I watched as he opened his mouth, and as the scream came out, the blood started to drip 
down his body. I could tell that his tongue had been burned completely, and that was where 
all the blood was coming from.

He died within a matter of minutes, and Meg started to scream.

"You have murdered your father," she said, and I slapped her across the face a few times to
calm her down.

"I was supposed to deal with him," I told her. "I was given those commands from a higher 
source, and I had to do what I was commanded to do."

She was still crying, and I started to rub my semi-hard cock against her pussy. I rubbed it 
over her cunt patch where my father had shot the last orgasmic load of his life, and in some 
ways, I felt rather calm about what I had done.

Meg began to fall under the influence of my sexual advances, and soon I had her lying on 
the table once again. I rammed my cock into her and fucked her good and hard.

After it was over, she cried to me and asked me what she was to do with the rest of her 
life. She had nothing and no one.

"What about the farm?" I asked. "Is Peter running it?"

"Yes. But I don't want to go back there. I don't like Peter. He's a tyrant as a boss, and he's 
been having anal intercourse with me, forcing me to sit on his large, thick cock. I cannot take 
going back there."

"Then I will see about getting you a job at the nearby convent," I said to her. "I am sure 
that they can use an extra servant there."

"Oh, thank you, Joseph," she said to me, kissing me.

"Please, call me Father Joseph in public," I told her. "And one other thing. I don't want you 
to ever talk about what happened here with anyone. I don't want anyone to know that this 
man was my father. As far as I'm concerned, he was just another sinner who had to be dealt 
with. And as far as you're concerned, the same thing goes. Swear to me that you will never tell
anyone."

And she did. But she was not to be trusted. And I learned that soon, but too late!

CHAPTER EIGHT

It is hard for me to even remember when I started to suspect that Meg had broken her 
promise to me. Many things were happening around the monastery, and I did not have a 
chance to stop by the convent too often.

When I did, there were only two people that I would visit.

They were Sister Rose and Meg. Sister Rose was becoming very attached to me, I could 
tell, and I didn't mind. As long as we had a place where we could be alone, I was more than 
willing to fuck her good and hard, the way she always seemed to love it.

There was also something about her that I liked. The first time I went to see her, I was a 
little scared. After all, she knew the truth about Sister Mary and what had happened, and I 
suspected that if she ever told anyone, it would be the end of my career at the monastery.

I should have realized that she was never planning to open her mouth and tell anyone 
about it. However, while I fucked her the first time on my visit to the convent (this was before 
my father had been a prisoner in our dungeon, and before Meg's arrival at the convent as a 
servant), I was thrusting my hard phallus in and out of her, and I started talking to her, just to 
be sure.

"Oh, Sister Rose, you are so wonderful," I said. "I hope that you will always remember your 
promise to me. Your vow of silence."

"Silly man," she said, running her hands up and down my sweaty back, "I have not had the 
chance to even think about that until you just brought it up. You can trust me always and 
believe that I will never tell a soul."

As she said that, I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her hard. She sucked my tongue 
between her lips, and I could feel her cunt spasming tighter and tighter around my lust-ridden
organ. When I started to come, I thought I would never stop.

The Mother Superior didn't seem to suspect anything about what we were doing. If she 
had, I know she would have tried to put a stop to it. She was a rather old-fashioned woman 
who was in her mid-fifties. She had been the Mother Superior for a number of years, and she 
did everything by the book.

One day, I went to visit Rose, and between fucking and sucking sessions, we talked.

"Do you think that the Mother Superior has ever tortured anyone in the name of God?" I 
asked her. "She would have that power if she wanted to use it."

"I know that she does, but I doubt she ever has. She's too sweet and kind."

"Are you sure? Have you ever seen her with people who have been accused of heresy or 
treason? Have you?"

"No. But Sister Patricia has, and you can ask her if you like."

I asked her to take me to see Sister Patricia. She was a frail-looking young girl, and when I 
started to question her on the Mother Superior's methods for dealing with heretics and 
prisoners, she trembled a little bit.

She didn't seem to be able to form the words to tell me, so I started to ask her questions 
on various methods of torture, trying to see if any of them would seem familiar to her. She ran
out of the room crying though, and that was one of the last times I ever spoke with her.

"What do you think that means?" Sister Rose asked, after Sister Patricia had run out of the 
room where we were.

"It can only lead me to believe that the Mother Superior must use some of those methods,
meaning that she is not as prim and proper as she would appear to be."

Sister Rose and I didn't talk much about the Mother Superior after that, until I had to get 
something on her later on.

After Meg started working at the monastery, I would meet her there, too.

One day, Sister Rose, Meg and I all met in one room. It was the first time I had ever been 
with two women. They both stripped, and I compared their two bodies.

Sister Rose had much larger tits than Meg's, although I did prefer Meg's thick red nipples 
to the brown ones that Rose had. As far as pussies went, Meg's red cunt patch was so much 
more inviting.

However, I felt pleasures with two that can only be described as twice as much fun as the 
pleasures you feel from one.

After they were both stripped, they started to kiss me all over. I was still dressed in my 
robes, but my cock was fully hard. They kissed my on my cheeks, and I could feel them both 
pulling up my robe at the same time.

They both started to fondle my cock, and two hands was much better than one. I loved it 
when Meg started to jerk my cock shaft while Rose fondled my balls.

"See if the two of you can suck me at the same time," I said.

I pulled my robe up over my head and the two of them sunk to their knees, right before 
my groin. It was almost as if they were worshipping my cock, and it sent tingling pleasures all 
through my body.

They both started to lick my shaft, each one on one side of if. Meg tried to run her tongue 
along the underside, while Rose was playing with my cock head.

The feeling of pleasure was so intense, that I had to press a great deal of weight on their 
shoulders so I would keep standing up. I thought that if I had not done anything like that, I 
would have fallen to the floor.

It was even better when Meg sucked my balls into her mouth while Rose started to suck 
on my shaft. The heat running through my cock at that point reminded me of the burning 
fires I had used to torture many a victim.

They started to rub my buttocks, too, and I could feel my cock getting tense. I knew that I 
would come in a minute if they didn't stop, and because of that, I pulled back. After all, I knew 
that I would have to satisfy both with fucks, and I didn't know if I would be able to achieve 
three erections.

Meg seemed disappointed as I pulled my cock away, and because of that look on her face,
I decided that I would be nice to her and fuck her pussy first.

She lay back on the bed and I thrust my cock between her spread cunt lips. I rammed my 
way into her, deep, and she let out a long moan.

Then I felt Rose behind me. She was spreading my ass cheeks with her hands and thrusting
her tongue into my asshole. It was the first time I could ever remember anyone doing 
anything like that to me.

I felt my cock swelling more and more as Rose thrust her tongue deeper. My whole body 
was relaxing a great deal, and I felt as if I had hardly any control over my cock. Because of 
Rose's quick tongue action, my orgasm occurred very soon after I had entered Meg's pussy. 
Meg was moaning and groaning the whole time.

I was so weak from that orgasm, that I had to move to one side and rest.

While I did, the two girls entertained me by licking each other.

It was quite exciting to see Rose moving her mouth between Meg's sweet legs and starting
to lick her pussy. I knew that Rose would love it, mainly because Meg's cunt was filled with my 
spent load, as well as her own sweet juices.

Meg almost locked her legs around Rose's head when she ate her. I watched as Meg thrust
her ass up and down quite fast, moaning and groaning about how terrific a cunt licker Rose 
was. After a few minutes, Meg pulled Rose's pussy over her face and started to eat her good 
and hard, too.

I thought about what Meg had told me. She had made it with my step-mother a few times,
and I couldn't help but imagine that Rose was my step-mother (they had the same dark 
features) and that Meg was making love to her.

Rose's buttocks turned a rosy red as Meg ate her, and I knew that she was coming good 
and hard after a few minutes.

I sat there playing with my cock, pulling and tugging on the head and hoping that the 
shaft would fill with blood so I could get into the action, too.

It didn't happen for a while, but neither one of the women seemed to mind. They were too
busy going at each other.

When I did get hard, I started to enter Rose's pussy. It was still right over Meg's mouth, 
and she didn't pull away. That was an incredible fucking, as I recall. Meg was still eating Rose's 
pussy while I fucked her from behind, and every so often I would feel Meg's tongue licking at 
my dick so that she could taste some of the cream that was beginning to coat my cock as I 
worked Rose up.

She was also playing with Rose's love button so that Rose was coming the whole time, her 
cunt spasming tightly around my cock.

In all the times that I had made it with Rose, I couldn't remember ever seeing her so 
excited. The sweat was not just dripping off her body; instead, it seemed to be pouring off her 
flesh, like a flood.

I loved the way it dripped onto Meg's body, and Meg rubbed it into her own flesh.

I felt my cock pulsating very soon after entry, and since I could tell that the pleasures 
would never reach that height again, I decided to keep thrusting and come. When I did, I was 
moaning quite loud.

I shot thick loads of come into Rose's eager pussy, and as I pulled out Meg moved her lips 
to Rose's cunt lips and started to suck out the creamy loads that she had inside of her pussy 
tunnel. Rose pinched her own nipples and that made her orgasms much more intense.

Afterwards, we lay in bed talking.

I first started to suspect that something was going on about three months after Meg had 
been working at the convent.

We were lying on Meg's bed one afternoon, stroking each other after another heavy 
threesome, and then Rose started to ask Meg something.

"Father Jacob came to see you the other day, Meg. What did he ask you about?"

I looked at Meg, horrified. She hadn't mentioned anything about Father Jacob coming to 
see her. Somehow, I sensed that he had come to see her to question her about me. After all, 
Jacob had hated me ever since I had arrived at the monastery and become the Monsignor's 
favorite among the fathers.

"What did he want, Meg?" I asked her.

"Nothing, Joseph," she said to me. "He just wanted to ask me a few questions."

"Then he wanted to know something. What kind of questions were they?"

"Yes," Rose said. "You must have had a lot of time with him, for I saw him enter your room 
before I went to mass, and later, as I was walking out, he was leaving your room. That was 
over an hour."

"He wanted to know about you, Father Joseph," she said to me.

"And what did he want to know, in detail?"

I asked her.

"He asked me if I had known you before you became a Father. I asked him where he had 
heard that, and he said that you had told him. Well, seeing as how you had told him already, I 
said that I had known you since you were a little boy, and that I had worked on your father's 
farm."

I was so angry that I almost slapped her across the face. However, I knew that if I had, she 
wouldn't have told me the rest.

"You were a fool to believe it when he said I told him that."

"Then you didn't?" she asked me.

"No. I would never tell him something like that. But go on, what else does he know?"

Suddenly, she started to cry. When she did, Rose put her arms around her shoulders and 
tried to comfort her.

"He knows everything now," Meg said. "He knows that the man in the dungeon was your 
father. He told me that you had already told him everything, and he was just here to try and 
confirm what you had to say."

I suddenly hit her. After the first hard blow, I realized what I had done and I hugged Meg 
and asked her to forgive me. I knew that I was going to run into trouble with Jacob, and that 
was the reason why I still needed Meg on my side. I rubbed her breast and kissed her cheek 
where I had struck her.

"Didn't it occur to you that he was bluffing?" I asked her.

"No. Why would a father lie to me? I thought that they would all tell the truth."

Rose and I started to laugh at the same time. We were both amazed at Meg's naivete in 
believing that a monk would always tell the truth.

However, the realization of what Father Jacob knew hit me right across the face then, and I
could have killed Meg.

"All right," I said to her, pulling at my cock so she could see what I was doing and get 
turned on in her need to have her pussy filled, "I want you to promise me one thing, Meg. I 
want you to promise me that you will deny everything you told Father Jacob now, if you are 
asked."

"I'll do anything for you, Father Joseph," she said, and she moved her lips to mine and 
kissed me hard, pressing her tongue into my mouth.

I sucked on it, but I really wasn't getting turned on by her anymore.

She had deceived me, and I've always felt a deep hatred for the people who have deceived
me. I know that the hatred for Meg was there.

I did fuck her, however, while Rose looked on, just so she would always remember what 
my cock felt like and never deceive me again.

As I left the convent that day, I was positive that I saw the Mother Superior watching me 
from her office window. I thought that she had an evil, spiteful look on her face, but it all 
could have been my imagination.

My paranoia was starting to grow, however.

When I arrived at the monastery, I went looking for Father Jacob. I didn't find him until 
mass, and couldn't talk with him there.

I had to wait until we were at dinner, and even then, he seemed to want to avoid me. I sat 
down right next to him and whispered in his ear.

"You have been to the convent asking questions about me, Jacob. Why?"

"Because I've always suspected that you were an evil man, from the very start. I wanted to 
see if my suspicions could be confirmed."

"And were they?"

"According to the redheaded servant at the convent, that man you tortured a few months 
ago was your own father, Joseph. Do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"You killed your own father, and you did it out of pure hatred for him. After I discovered 
that he was your father, I sent messengers to the farm. They spoke with your step-brother, 
and he told them about some of the things that you had done when you were living there. He
told me about your sexual affairs with that redheaded servant girl, which only leads me to 
suspect that it's still going on."

"You bastard," I whispered. "How dare you insinuate that... "

"I insinuate nothing, Joseph," he said, rather sternly. "All I know is that you led an evil life 
before you became a monk, and that you have been leading an evil life since you've been 
here. I've never liked you, and I'm going to see to it that everything you've done is exposed. I 
will try and prove that you murdered many innocent people, and that you physically tortured 
them first for your own sexual pleasure."

I stood up, and almost threw my tray at him. However, I managed to keep a steady 
enough head. I walked out of the dining hall quite proudly, then ran to my room where I got 
down on my knees and prayed to God.

"Dear Lord, You must help me through what is to happen. I know that I might have sinned 
in Your eyes, but I was doing everything for You, O God. The people that I tortured deserved 
everything that they got because they defied You. I was only Your servant, carrying out Your 
wishes."

Suddenly, I had an idea. I knew that if I could carry it out, I would not have to worry about 
any of Jacob's accusations. I went down to the dungeon and prepared the potion.

I sat up all night in my room with it, waiting for the hour that I thought would be the best. 
It was dark as pitch outside when I walked down the hall toward Jacob's small room. I was 
glad to discover that he hadn't locked his door.

I opened his bedroom door slowly and saw him sleeping. He had a cover pulled up to his 
shoulders, and I wanted to grab his hard cock bulge that was sticking up under the covers, 
just to wake him up and prove to him that everyone had sexual thoughts, even if they only 
occurred during sleep.

However, I didn't touch him, for that would have woke him up.

Instead, I placed my finger in the potion, then rubbed it against his lips. He stuck his 
tongue out unconsciously and licked the potion off his lips. I repeated that action enough 
times, until I was sure he had swallowed enough of the strong poison.

I watched as he choked, rather low, then stopped breathing.

I thought, then, that all my worries were over. He was dead, and there was no way he 
would ever let anyone know what he suspected.

Little did I know that he had already given all his evidence to the Mother Superior and that
she was ready to come down on me.

And come down on me she would! She wasn't one to deal lightly with anyone or anything,
I knew that, and the thought makes me shiver even now!

CHAPTER NINE

She approached me at Father Jacob's funeral, two days later. I had been watching her from
afar, and noticed how she kept looking at me. As they lowered the casket into the ground, she
walked over to me.

"Father Joseph, I presume," the elderly woman said. "I have heard so much about you. I 
think it sad that we must meet and talk at a funeral."

"What is it that you wished to talk about?"

"Father Jacob's death came at a time when he was in the middle of doing something. He 
was in the middle of building up a case against you, claiming that you have abused your 
position in the church."

I acted rather shocked, and told the Mother Superior that I was.

"Nonsense," she said to me. "You, of all people, should not be shocked, since you know 
the truth behind the things that you've done." Suddenly, the Monsignor approached us, and 
she fell silent. He spoke with her for a few minutes, then she waited for him to walk away.

"I would like to see you in my office, tomorrow," she said to me.

I smiled at her and told her that I would be there early. I planned, however, to stop and see
Rose and Meg first.

However, as soon as I arrived at the convent the next day, one of the nuns ran to the 
Mother Superior's office and told her that I was there already. I had to go and see her the first 
thing, and my cock was rather hard since I had been anticipating a fuck with the two women 
first.

As soon as I stepped into her office, I sensed a presence behind me. Before I knew what 
was happening, I could feel some strong people behind me, pulling my hands behind my back
and chaining them together.

The cuffs snapped around my wrists and cut into them.

"What is all this?" I asked, turning and seeing that three nuns who I had never seen before 
in my life were the ones who had cuffed my hands.

The Mother Superior stood up and dismissed the other nuns. She walked over to me and 
slapped me across the face, hard. I couldn't believe the anger that I could see raging inside of 
her body.

"I've been wanting to do that to you ever since Sister Mary was brought back here, dead! I 
have always suspected that you were the one behind the murder."

"She died of natural causes," I said to the woman. "We were having an exorcism to try and 
drive the devil from her soul. We could not. She died in the struggle between God and the 
Devil. She was not strong enough."

"Do you take me for a fool?" she said, spitting the words out at me. "I know how strong a 
girl she was, and I know that she could have stood up to anything. However, you were the one
who was too strong for her. And perhaps, Father Jacob, too."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think it's quite suspicious that he died when he was learning more and more things 
about you. You cannot tell me that his soul was possessed by the Devil, too, can you? No. He 
was strong and healthy, and he died so suddenly."

"Of a heart attack," I said to her.

She slapped me across the face again and again. I could feel my cheeks stinging.

The amazing thing was, at least to me, that my cock was starting to bulge out of my robe. 
When the Mother Superior saw that, she moved her hand down to my cock bulge and started 
to squeeze it, hard.

Suddenly, she pulled a knife off her table and slashed my robe to bits, so that I was 
standing in front of her, completely naked.

She moved her hand down to my naked cock and started to touch it. There was a drop of 
come dripping out of my slit, and she rubbed it all over my cock head. I could feel my legs 
trembling as she did that.

The Mother Superior had such a light touch, and I'm not at all sure of how many cocks she
might have handled in her life. However, I did see a look of satisfaction on her face as I 
succumbed to the sexual pleasures of her strokings.

"You seem to love this cock of yours," she told me. "Any man-who loves his cock above all 
else, cannot be a monk."

"And why do you say that?" I asked her.

"Because I know. I know that one has to be loyal to God above oneself, if one wants to be 
a true servant to the Lord. But you never were, and never shall be."

"You seem to love my cock," I said to her. "Go on, keep touching it. Are you rubbing your 
legs together and feeling pleasure in your pussy?"

She squeezed my cock so hard that I groaned.

"You're vile and disgusting," she said to me. "I could cut your cock off right now and watch
you bleed to death."

"Then why don't you? If you're so sure that everything you say is true, why don't you do 
that? I know why. It's because you're not at all sure if it is true."

She moved her hand to my nipple and started to pluck at the blond hairs around it. I could
feel her pulling on the hairs quite hard.

"Shut up," she commanded, and she was fondling my balls with her other hand.

"Suck it, Mother Superior," I told her. "Suck my cock and see if you like it."

If my hands had been free, I would have forced her to her knees. As it was, I could only try 
to talk her into things and hope that she would succumb.

She let go of my cock and walked away from me. She opened her office door and called 
one of the young nuns to come in.

"I have heard rumors of how you try to arouse people and get them to confess," she said 
to me. "I am going to use your tactics and get you to confess. Once you have confessed to 
everything that Father Jacob suspected, when he was still living, I will feel more secure in my 
punishment toward you."

The young girl who came in was Sister Patricia, the young nun I had spoken to one 
afternoon with Sister Rose. When she saw me, she gasped.

"Suck his cock, but don't let him come," the Mother Superior commanded of the young 
girl, and I was starting to realize something.

These were her usual tactics, too. She would deal with her prisoners on a sexual level, just 
like I did. However, I still had to be perfectly sure before I could say anything. Since I was her 
prisoner, too, I remained silent.

Patricia sunk to her knees and started to lick my cock. She didn't touch it at first, and each 
time she stuck out her tongue to lick me, my dick would twitch out of the way. It reached a 
point where she had to grab my cock at the base and hold it straight out. Then she started to 
suck me between her lips.

At first, I closed my eyes and found myself lost in the sexual pleasure. However, as soon as 
that happened, I knew that I had to get a grip of myself. I opened my eyes and stared at the 
Mother Superior, trying to remain as calm as possible.

She was leaning against her desk then, and I could see that she was indeed rubbing her 
legs together. I was positive that she was getting turned on then, but my hands were cuffed 
and I couldn't do anything about checking it out for certain.

"Sister Patricia?' she commanded. "Stand up and strip. Let him look at your naked body 
and see what he could have, if only he'd confess."

The young girl seemed a little nervous about stripping in front of me. She did it, however, 
as the Mother Superior had commanded.

She had a beautiful body, with young, blossoming tits. I loved the way they were so firm 
because they were still growing in. Her blonde pussy patch was quite light, and her red pussy 
lips were in perfect view.

I thought about how sensational it would be to fuck her.

However, I couldn't very well ask the Mother Superior to let me. If I had, it would have 
been as good as confessing to what I had done.

"Rub your body against his. We will use his own methods to get him to break down. He 
will confess to killing Sister Maria, and to killing his father."

"I will never confess because everything you say is a lie."

I could see how angry she was, but I didn't care. She was not going to get me to break 
down. As far as I was concerned, I had seen so many naked female bodies anyway, that Sister 
Patricia's was nothing special to me.

If anything, she was just another cunt and a set of tits.

Still, when she rubbed her tits against my hairy chest, I could feel my whole body tingling 
with pleasure. Her nipples felt like a soft rubber. They were nice and stiff, and so young and 
fresh. As she rubbed her tits against me, I tried to enter her pussy by thrusting my cock 
forward.

Needless to say, it was all in vain, for she moved back so that I didn't even come close to 
her cunt lips.

The Mother Superior was laughing, meanwhile, and I hated her even more.

"Rub your tits against his cock," she commanded the young girl to do, and when she did 
that, I knew that I would come.

Patricia pressed her tits together and started to rub my cock between them. I loved the 
way her soft tit flesh felt, and I could feel myself pulsating very fast. I started to come on her 
tits before she had a chance to pull back.

When she did, I shot a second and third load onto the floor.

The Mother Superior looked outraged. She picked up a whip and started to hit me again 
and again, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"You filthy, vile pig. How dare you come all over my floor? Now get on your knees and lick 
it all up. Lick it up."

You can believe that I would do no such thing. I told her so to her face, and she picked up 
her whip and started to lash me hard. However, her lashes were nothing compared to those 
that I had felt years ago, when my father whipped me, and so, I didn't even care. I continued 
to laugh in her face, even as the leather cut into my skin and made me bleed like never before.

For I knew that since I had come, she couldn't torture me sexually again.

She knew that too, and I'm sure that was the reason for her violent outburst. She whipped 
me until it looked like her arm was aching.

Then she called the two other sisters into the room and had them throw a blanket over me
so they could take me outside.

"What are you going to do?" I asked her.

"I'm certainly not going to let you leave this place," she said. "Not until I've gotten my 
confession from you."

She told me that she was going to keep me a prisoner in her dungeon, until I confessed.

"And what will you tell the Monsignor? He knows that I'm here."

"I will tell him what I am doing," she said. "I will call him here in a few days to see you and 
try and make you confess."

I couldn't believe that I was going to be a prisoner in the convent dungeon. I tried not to 
tremble, for that certainly would have showed her how scared I was. I knew that the only thing
I had going for me was my strength.

I was led down to their dungeon, which was much smaller than mine.

There were two women chained to the wall, across from where I was chained up. I fell 
asleep as soon as they pulled my arms up and manacled me to the wall. I don't know how 
long I slept. When I woke up, it was still dark down there, as dungeons always are. I could 
have slept for a few days, as far as I knew.

I don't know how much time passed before I finally saw a friend. One day, Sister Rose 
came down to feed us, and when she saw me hanging there, she gasped.

"Joseph, what is this all about?" she asked, moving her hand to my limp cock and stroking 
it back into a full life.

I moaned as I felt myself stiffening, and the harder she rubbed me, the more excited I was 
getting. I told her that I needed some sexual relief.

Rose was only too willing. I know that if she had the key, she probably would have freed 
my bound hands. However, all she could do was sink to her knees and start to suck my cock 
between her lips.

It felt so good to find a warm, receptive mouth. She pulled at my balls, and I moaned so 
loud that I could hear the other two women on the other side of the room talking to each 
other, wondering what was going on.

I started to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, however, each time I pulled myself 
back I would feel the cold bricks scraping my buttocks. After a while, I stopped thrusting 
because the bricks were scraping the skin off my buttocks, and it was very uncomfortable.

Still, Rose continued to suck me until I felt my cock throbbing in her mouth.

She pulled her mouth back and opened it wide as I started to come, jerking my shaft hard 
so that the thick creamy white loads shot into her mouth. After the first two, she sucked my 
cock head back between her lips, then started to flick her tongue over the slit to drain me 
completely dry.

"Now tell me everything," she said. "How did you end up here?"

"Do you remember when Meg told us about Father Jacob and the questions that he was 
asking her? Well, the father died of mysterious causes. The Mother Superior is convinced that I
killed him."

"You didn't, did you?" she asked me, and I could tell that she would have been quite upset 
if she were to learn the truth.

Seeing as how she was a friend and an aide, I couldn't afford to lose, I lied.

"How can she keep you a prisoner here without proof?" she asked me.

"I don't know. There is none. But then, there are other things that she has accused me of. 
One is the death of Sister Maria."

"Oh God," Rose said. "Not that again. Won't we ever be able to forget about Sister Maria's 
possessed soul? Won't it ever come to an end?"

"Rose, you must help me. You must. There are things that you can do."

"What?" she asked.

"Do you remember Sister Patricia? Well, she was there when the Mother Superior first 
started to torture me. She sucked me to try and get me to confess, but I would not. I don't 
even know how long ago that was. I don't know how many days I've been in this dungeon. I 
was brought here the day after Father Jacob's funeral."

"That was almost a week ago," she told me.

"Oh God! I will die here, I know. Unless you help. Talk to Sister Patricia and ask her about 
the Mother Superior's methods of torture. That stone-faced woman has to have some kind of 
weak spot, and if I learn it, I know that I can deal with her."

"I will do what I can," she said.

"No. That's not good enough. You must promise me that you will learn everything that 
there is to be learned, otherwise it will be the end for me."

She moved her lips to mine and kissed me hard, pressing her tongue into my mouth.

"All right, Joseph. I will help you."

After that, she fed me. She held the goblet to my lips so I could drink some wine. She let 
me have three goblets full of it, more than she was supposed to. I could feel the wine taking 
its effect on me, making me drunk.

I liked that drunken feeling, for it made me forget many things that I wanted to forget. The
best thing that it did was make me forget I was being held prisoner, even though the 
manacles still held me chained to the wall.

I don't know how much more time passed by before Rose came back to see me.

"I have talked with Patricia," she said to me. "Patricia told me many things which I had 
suspected from the beginning."

"Was she willing to talk?" I asked, as Rose started to stroke my cock again.

"More than willing, once I got some wine in her. You see, she fears the Mother Superior 
because of the power that the evil woman holds over her. It is a power that you and I could 
both understand."

"What do you mean?" I asked her, feeling my cock respond.

"She is in love with Patricia. She comes to Patricia's room at night and sometimes makes 
love to her. In other words, the Mother Superior hates you in many ways. But that hatred all 
stems from her hatred for men in general. And your cock!"

As she said that, she pulled her habit up over her hips and rubbed my throbbing hard-on 
against her pussy lips. I couldn't believe how wet Rose's pussy was, and that assured me of the
fact that Rose was a woman who loved cock a great deal.

She brought over a small box that she could stand on, and in that way, she was able to 
move her pussy down over my cock.

It was not the most comfortable position for fucking, but once I was inside of her, I was 
able to thrust at a nice rate. It was also nice to feel Rose's warm cunt around my cock once 
again. It was reassuring in many ways.

It brought back much of my strength that I had lost hanging there.

We fucked until I came inside of her, and then she pulled away from me. She could tell 
that I was too weak to get it up again.

"Did you learn anything about when she plans to visit me again?"

"I have heard that she will be down tomorrow," Rose told me.

"All right, then. There is something that you must do for me before tomorrow. You must 
promise me that you will see to it."

"I would do anything for you, Joseph," she said.

"Send message to the Monsignor back at the monastery. Tell him that the Mother Superior
is holding me prisoner here. As far as I know, he might not even be aware of that. Tell him that
she's planning to torture me tomorrow, and ask him to please come and be there while it 
takes place."

"But why would you want him to be there?" she asked me.

"I have my reasons," I said. "I know that I will be able to get free if he's there. So please, do 
as I say."

She kissed my cock once, then stood up and smiled at me.

"I would do anything for you, and I will do that," she said. "I will take the message there 
myself. And no one will know I am gone."

"Thank you," I said. "And thank you for talking to Patricia. When I am free and we can get 
together again, you know that we will."

I listened for her retreating footsteps as she left the dungeon.

Then I prayed to God, asking Him to see Sister Rose to the monastery safely, and then 
asking Him to see that I would win over the Mother Superior.

I take it that God listened to me, because I was the victor.

CHAPTER TEN

I remember that after Rose left, I fell asleep. I think it was because of my orgasm that I had 
with her. In some ways, I don't know how I was ever able to reach orgasm while I was a 
prisoner in the dungeon, because I was terribly weak.

I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next day.

I felt some cold water being thrown in my face, and when I opened my eyes, I could see a 
blurred vision of three nuns.

The Mother Superior was there, with two girls on each side. One was Patricia, and the 
other was a nun I had never seen before.

"So, you're awake," the older woman said to me, and she reached out and started to tug 
on my limp cock, squeezing hard.

"What do you want, old bitch?" I asked her.

"A true confession from you, and then I wish to see you put to death," she said. "It did not 
work the last time because Patricia let you come too soon. However, today there are other 
torturous devices I am willing to use."

I watched as she walked over to the wall and pulled off one of the burning torches. I could 
feel my whole body trembling with fear. I had never before thought that I would be subject to 
something like that.

I could feel the heat as she moved the torch closer and closer to my nipples, and she was 
just about to touch one and bum it off when I heard a noise from the top of the stairs. I 
recognized the voice immediately.

"Stop that," the Monsignor was screaming. "What do you think you're doing?"

I heard him running down the steps, and the Mother Superior pulled the torch back.

"Father Joseph," he said, looking at me. "I thought that you were helping them with their 
prisoners. That's what I was told. I didn't realize that you were being held prisoner here 
yourself."

"Yes, I am," I said to him. "It's that woman over there who is keeping me prisoner. She 
believes that I was responsible for the death of Sister Mary."

As soon as I mentioned the dead nun's name, I could see a look of shock on the old man's
face. He must have recalled everything that we did to the young nun, and he must have 
remembered how it had been to fuck her face.

In fact, I was sure that I saw a bulge in his robe that was his cock getting hard.

"There are other evil things that he has done," the Mother Superior said. "The man who he
killed a few months back was his father. Did you know that?"

"No," the Monsignor said, and he looked straight into my eyes.

"That is because he was not my father at all," I told the man. "I have always been honest 
with you, you know that, Monsignor. I would never lie to you."

"He never has," the older man said to the Mother Superior.

"Well, let me see if he's lying or not," she said. "If he is not, then there will be no harm 
done. But if he is, then you will be proved a fool."

The Monsignor looked like he was ready to kill her, but then she touched his arm and 
pulled him away from me. Sister Patricia walked in front of me and started to stroke my cock 
until I was fully hard.

"One knows how vulnerable a person is when they are sexually aroused," the Mother 
Superior said to the Monsignor. "He will talk if we torture him like that."

Patricia started to suck on my cock again, and as she did, I watched her unbuttoning her 
habit, and eventually, letting it fall to the floor until she was naked.

I kept my eyes on the Mother Superior the entire time. I saw a smile light up on her face as
Patricia stripped off her garb, and I knew then that everything Rose had told me about Patricia
and the Mother Superior was true.

Patricia, I'm sure, was going along with everything that the older woman wanted because 
she was scared of her. Still, I watched as the Mother Superior seemed to be rubbing her legs 
together, and the thought of her pussy kept me from getting really turned on.

I moaned a great deal so that they would think I was at my sexual high, and therefore 
quite vulnerable, as the Mother Superior was hoping.

I even started to thrust my cock back and forth in the young girl's mouth. I could tell, from
the way she was using her tongue, that she was enjoying my cock, probably much more than 
she had ever enjoyed the Mother Superior's pussy.

"Now tell us the truth about yourself," the older woman started screaming. "I want to 
know who killed Sister Maria."

"The Devil did it," I screamed out, and my voice was echoing in the dungeon.

"And what about Father Jacob?"

"I don't know. The Devil, too, I'm sure. He was evil. He was working against me. I am God's 
servant, and God was looking out for me."

The Mother Superior looked like she was ready to kill. She pulled a large whip back and 
lashed it across my chest, once. I could feel the stinging leather cutting into my skin, and my 
chest started to bleed.

She pulled the whip back again, readying herself for another lashing.

However, the Monsignor grabbed her arm and prevented her.

She tried to slap him across the face, and he smacked her first.

"Such hatred inside of you, Mother Superior," he said to the woman. "I cannot understand 
why a woman would have such hatred."

"I'll tell you why," I said to him, screaming at the top of my lungs. "She hates all men. She 
hates me because she thinks I killed Mary. I have a feeling that she was having an affair with 
Mary, and that's where the hatred comes from. I don't know that for sure, though. I do know 
that she was, and still is, having an affair with this young girl who is on her knees, sucking me 
off."

"What?" the Monsignor asked. "Is that true?"

"He's lying," she screamed. "He's lying to try and make me look guilty."

"Look at her pussy," I yelled to the Monsignor. "Let her bare it, and let's see if she's wet 
from watching us. I'm sure that she is."

The Mother Superior slapped his hand away as he tried to pull her habit up. He grabbed it,
though, and ripped her skirt away.

She wore no panties and her black-haired pussy was bared.

It was easy for me to see the wetness dripping down her legs, and I know that everyone 
else down there had to see it, too.

Patricia, meanwhile, had stopped licking my cock. She stood up and stared at me, then at 
the Mother Superior.

"How did he know what you did to me? Did you tell him?" the young blonde started to 
scream at the older woman. "Did you tell him?"

"Shut up, Patricia. He's just guessing. He doesn't know the truth."

Of course, I did know the truth, and if anyone down in the dungeon had had their doubts 
before the argument, there could not have been any doubts in anyone's mind once they 
started to fight with each other.

"Unchain him," the Monsignor screamed at one of the nuns. "He's more innocent than the 
Mother Superior."

I couldn't believe it when the cuffs around my wrists were finally opened.

I stepped down, and my legs almost gave way beneath me. It was the first time in over a 
week that I had stood on my legs. For when one is chained to a wall in these dungeons, one 
does hang.

The Monsignor had grabbed the Mother Superior's wrists, and he was twisting one behind
her back. I listened to the way she was moaning.

"Sir," I said to the man, "perhaps we should show the Mother Superior what a real cock 
feels like. Maybe she will learn to appreciate them then."

He smiled at me, and I could see that his cock bulge was sticking up full under his robe. He
pulled his robe up, revealing his thick cock.

"You two girls, hold her down," he said, commanding two of the nuns.

"No," she was screaming. "You will follow everything that I tell you to do."

At first, I wasn't sure who the girls were going to be faithful toward. After all, they worked 
for the Mother Superior. However, in the hierarchy of the church, the Monsignor had much 
more power.

At first, they seemed confused, too, not knowing what to do.

However, Patricia ended all that doubt.

"We should do what the men say. It's true. She's been making love to me ever since I 
arrived here."

I have a feeling that there was a great deal of disgust among the girls when they learned 
what the Mother Superior had been doing. It was almost as if they all realized that they could 
have been the woman's victim.

They did grab her and lead her over to a stone slab table.

They held her arms and her legs, spreading them rather wide.

"You fuck her first, sir," I said to the Monsignor.

As I watched him approach the table, I knew that he was completely in my power. Perhaps 
it was the sexual power of his cock that was really taking control of him, but as long as I could 
control that and make him think that it was okay to do it, then he was in my power in that 
way.

He rubbed his thick cock against the woman's cunt lips, then rammed himself in.

She started to scream, and when she did, I moved my cock to her face and started to slap 
her across the mouth.

"Shut up, you bitch," I said to her. "Shut up before I kill you."

I loved the way my cock was feeling as I slapped her across the face again and again, and 
after a few hard slaps, she opened her mouth wide and started to stick her tongue out. It was 
almost as if she was begging me for my cock.

I thrust it into her mouth, and she started to suck on it.

Meanwhile, the two nuns had stopped holding her down. One of them was moving behind
the Monsignor, and she started to lick his buttocks. I could tell that he was getting off on that 
a great deal.

The other girl started to move her mouth to mine, kissing me on the lips as I continued to 
thrust my cock in and out of the Mother Superior's mouth.

I looked at the Monsignor, and he smiled at me. I knew that everything would be okay for 
me, forever, as long as I was under his authority.

That was such a good feeling to know that I started to shoot my come in the Mother 
Superior's mouth right then and there. She seemed to love the taste of my come, for she 
started to suck even harder as I came.

I pulled out after I had gone limp, but the older man continued to drive his cock in and 
out of the woman for the longest time.

Eventually, I heard him grunt and groan, and I could feel from the look on his face that he 
was shooting his seed inside of her.

As he pulled out, she sat up. For a minute, I thought that she was going to start screaming 
threats and accusations. Instead, she moved her lips to his and kissed him hard. It seemed like 
she was pressing her tongue into his mouth.

He didn't like the kiss, it was evident.

I couldn't blame him. After all, she was not the most attractive woman I'd ever seen. Far 
from it, indeed.

"If you ever do something like this to one of my monks again, I will personally see to it that
you are thrown out of the church," he said to the Mother Superior. "And the same thing goes 
if I hear about you and anymore nuns."

He let his robe fall to the floor, then commanded one of the nuns to get me something to 
wear so I could accompany him back to the monastery.

I was brought a robe that was a little too large, but it still covered me and kept me warm. 
As we walked up the stairs, the sunlight hit me right in the face. It was so nice to see it after a 
week without it.

"I think that we should look for that friend of yours and thank her," the older man said to 
me. "If she hadn't come to warn me and tell me that you were being held prisoner, I never 
would have arrived."

We walked to Rose's room and knocked on the door. As she opened it and saw me 
standing there with the Monsignor, I could tell that she had a great desire to hug and kiss me.
However, she didn't.

"Fathers," she said, bowing humbly.

"I just wanted to thank you for bringing the Monsignor my message," I said to her. "You 
saved my life. I will always be indebted to you."

"I will, too," the Monsignor said. "Why, Father Joseph is the best monk in my monastery, 
and I would have hated to lose him."

"I'm glad I could help you, and in helping you, help the Lord," she said.

As we walked out of the convent, I couldn't help but smile.

As far as I was concerned, I would be able to do anything that I wanted to do, and would 
always have the protection of the Monsignor. After all, as he said, I was and still am, the best 
monk in the monastery.

I have carried out so many more things for the Monsignor since my bout with the Mother 
Superior, and since I know what a good cocksman he is, whenever I have a whore or two who 
needs to be fucked, I know I can count on him.

The other day, Sister Rose came to see me. She was in my cell, and we had just finished 
making love, when there was a knock at the door. We both trembled, for we knew that if we 
were discovered, it would be terrible for both of us.

She hid while I opened the door a little bit.

"Did I see Sister Rose come in here before?" the Monsignor asked me, and I could see how
he was trying to stick his head into the room to look.

"She is here," I said. "But I must tell you something."

"You don't have to explain," he said. "I am sure that the two of you, being healthy 
members of opposite sexes, are doing things in the privacy of your room. I can understand it, 
since she did save your life."

"Then what is it you wanted?" I asked him.

"I was hoping that I might be invited in and asked to join," he said. "It would be my way of 
showing her my appreciation."

As soon as he said that, I opened the door all the way and he stepped in. Rose was 
standing there completely naked, and she reached for his cock, through his robe. He was 
already hard, and she started to sink to her knees and suck him between her lips, as he pulled 
his robe up over his hips.

He started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, and it looked to me like he was 
ready to come right then and there.

"Let's both fuck her," I said. "Rose, can you do it?"

"I think so," she said. "Only I don't want a dry cock entering my ass."

I could understand that, and for that reason alone, I started to fuck her pussy first. She lay 
on the bed as I entered her cunt. I made sure to grind my cock around inside of her so that 
she was nice and wet inside.

As she started to come and her natural cunt juices lubricated my cock, I pulled out and slid
it into her asshole.

I was lying beneath her then, and she spread her legs so that the Monsignor could enter 
her cunt.

I could feel his thick cock stretching her cunt, and her asshole seemed much tighter 
because of it. We were both thrusting at the same rate, and it had to have been one of the 
best fucks of my life.

I could feel my cock throbbing from the moment the Monsignor entered her cunt, until 
my ejaculations started, about fifteen minutes later.

I was rubbing Rose's tits, too, and she was loving it.

I couldn't help but think about what must have been going on in the Monsignor's mind as 
he fucked her. Did he realize that we were all engaged in pure animal lust, or was he making 
some kind of religious ceremony out of the fucking?

In all honesty, I didn't care.

The Monsignor's actions just showed me that he was an understanding man who had a 
sex drive, too. I believe now, that all the monks at St. Christophers and all over the world, in 
fact, have sex drives.

Everybody does, and those who try to live a celibate life are cheating themselves of the 
best thing that life has to offer. After all, fucking is something that two people can do, without
the aid of anything else but their bodies.

Since that is the case, I can't help but believe that God wanted us to fuck. He had to, 
otherwise He would not have made us the way we are...


The End
