4 comments/ 74261 views/ 9 favorites Repent By: evol 1 My name is Victoria, and this is my story of how I fell into blessed blasphemy. You see, I'm a nun. That's right bride of Christ. Now this all started about a year ago just shortly after my 24th birthday. I was the new nun at school, and being fresh from the convent, was ready to serve God's will. I had been introduced to the other nuns, priests, teachers, and the students. I had also been shown around the rectory and given a small room, just large enough for my bed and a small dresser. I did have a nice view of the school grounds, and a large, lovely oak just outside my wind that birds would sit in and sing their song. So this was to be it ... the beginning of my long journey into the loving arms of our maker. It was heaven, for about three weeks, and then I was shown the true light. I had just finished my evening's vocation and was preparing for bed. Slowly I had removed and folded my habit and as I was putting it into the dresser I caught a glimpse of myself in mirror on my dresser. I had long auburn hair that reached down my sleek pale back. It stopped just shy of the small of my back and my rounds buttocks. I turned to examine my self better in the mirror. Green eyes, perky champagne size breasts topped with pert pink nipples, slim stomach, and a well-trimmed vagina and long slender legs. I had the kind of body that most desired. This I knew first hand, I wasn't all ways a nun you know. In my later years of high school I knew how to make a boys heart race, and it gave me joy to torture their puberty-crazed minds. I am still a virgin mind you, but I did a few things then that now make me blush. Well, thinking of the past started to get me wet so I removed my moistened panties and touched my quivering mound. Ahhh, it had been so long since I'd done this. I sat on the edge of my bed facing the mirror and slowly began to rub my swelling clit with one had and tug at my tender little nipples with the other. I was indulging in a cardinal sin, I would just have to repent...later. My breathing heaved and my heart started to race. A small moan escaped my lips, despite my efforts to be silent in my sin. It was at that point that I saw a reflection and heard a small noise from the window at my back. I then suddenly realized that with were I was sitting on the edge of my bed my reflection in the mirror showed all that I was doing. I may have well been sitting with my legs spread to the window itself. I turned back quickly and caught the startled look on a face. Damien Sanchez. Now Damien was a real nice boy so this was a bit of a shock to me. I quickly threw on a robe and made my way to the window. Damien stood there, frozen; I opened the window and got a better view. There he was standing just outside my window pants to his knees and a rather large member in his shaking hand. P-p-please Sister Victoria, please don't tell Monsignor, he'll kick me off the team, he'll kick my out of school, he'll... Shhh, I told the boy, it would seem that we've caught each other in sin. Come tomorrow after church, and we'll confess our transgressions on our knees before god. He'll forgive us. So the boy quickly pulled up his pants and hurried off. I keep saying "boy" and that's rather unfair to Damien. Let me tell you a little about him. Damien is a 19-year-old senior at St.Christopher's Academy and he loves soccer, it is well known due to the many victories on the field he will have a full athletic scholarship. He practices and trains every day, and because of his dedication to his sport he has earned a very nice physique. Dark sunbathed skin wrapped over tight, cut muscles. Coal black hair that he would wear hanging over his eyes, which were the sharpest ice blue. He could easily have his pick of any Girl in his class, but preferred to focus on his training. So the following day after mass had concluded Damien did exactly as I had instructed. I walked over and sat beside him in his pew. At that time monsignor came from the back room of the alter, and spying the pair chuckled, "Look at that, my best nun and my best athlete, staying after church. I sure hope you two are aren't trying to earn brownie points, because it won't work." He chuckled some more and headed to the door. Approaching the door he spun around and said, " Sister, I'm heading to town for a few things. Would you mind locking up after you've finished." " Yes monsignor", I replied. And with a sound of thanks and a heavy wood door shutting we were alone. Damian, still shy about being caught, hadn't looked at me. "It's okay Damien, it's natural to be attracted to a female, that's nothing to be embarrassed over. Now we both made a mistake and we will just have to move on. Okay?" He smiled and turned his eyes up to me. "But you are so beautiful, and I know you have made your vow to God and all, but I can't stop thinking about you. Last night was not the first night I watched you, I've been watching you since you came here. I'm so sorry. You must hate me now." I was stunned, and also a little flattered. Maybe this affected me because he is so handsome or maybe because I hadn't had that kind of attention in a long time. Whatever it was I liked it. "That's not all" He continued. " I have been having fantasies about you. Especially after last night, you got me so horny, I had to touch myself, and....." " Stop, stop!" I cried... the woman in me began to tingle. " I can't be hearing this. I am the bride of Christ, do you understand? I can't be thought of like that!" His ice blue eyes began to melt and drop down his face " I'm sorry " he murmerd. "No, I'm sorry" I said. "I shouldn't have been so hard on you for confessing your feelings." I took his hands into mine. They were large, strong, and soft. "I was once a young lady, led blindly by emotions. I understand that it gets hard to see the line between right and wrong." I leaned over and kissed the tear from his cheek, a drop of salty fire. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug, his body felt warm against mine and my heart started to pick up pace. NO! I had to stop this! I pushed him away softly, rose to my feet, straightened my habit, and bid him a good day. As I started up the center isle I heard his voice behind me, and it sent chills through me. "Sister Victoria" His voice was collected, low, and strong. "I just wanted to thank you for you guidance, I will hold this conversation dear." I turned around, he was right there giving me another hug. Waves of electric blood pulsed through me. I slowly lifted my arms and wrapped them around his back. It seemed my heart would stop, without thinking I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in. God he was turning me on. Still locked in our embrace his hands slid from, my shoulders to my lower back, pulling our bodies closer together. I couldn't help but sigh, he was so strong, and hard. I was reeling, my hands slid to his well-formed sides and up under his shirt. I could feel his abs at my fingertips... I was quivering. His large hands cradled my ass, pulling me into him. He bit and nipped at my neck; he whispered, "Sister, I want you." All I could do was moan uh-huh. With that he pulled me up the isle, pushed me against the alter, and said " I want you, and I want God to see his wife cheating on him, with me, in his own house." Abruptly he placed me on the alter top, and locked his mouth over mine. Bliss! If ever there were any doubts about what I was doing, they were long gone now. His tongue worked around my mouth and his hands undid my habit. So there I was, habit spread open on the alter, in my bra and panties, preparing to let this boy fuck me in front of God. I was absolutely drenched. I had no idea this would turn me on so much! Kissing each other I pulled him up on top of me and wrapped my slender legs around him. I could feel his cock bulging through his slacks, it was pressed tight against my pussy. I started to grind him and broke away from the kiss, looked at him with seductive eyes and said, "Please be gentle, this is my first time you know." "It'll be my pleasure, Sister," he groaned. He then undid my bra setting my breast and aching nipples free. "Looks like you've had some fantasies too." he smiled and said as he began to pinch, pull, and tease my erect nipples. "Damien, you make me so horny, I can't help it. Please don't stop," I breathed back. His mouth found its way to one of my nipples, his breath was hot, and his tongue wrapped itself 'round one of the pink buds. A moan came from me as he sucked on it. I was so transfixed by his tongue that I didn't notice his other hand trailing down my body, until it was firmly cupping my mound. He rubbed my lips through the wet cotton, occasionally gracing my clit sending tremors through me. I ripped open and pushed off his shirt, ran my hands down his glistening torso to his pant line. There I sought revenge. I scratched lightly at the tip of the bulge with a fingernail, and traced an outline of it, just barley touching it. He was groaning loudly, I unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out, all 8 in of it and it had to be at least 3in wide. The head was swollen and dark red, the veins were bulging along the shaft. It was beautiful. I grabbed it and began to stroke. "Do you want that?" he asked coyly. "mmm-hmmm." I replied. "Then tell me. Tell me you want it. Tell me you like it. Tell me that you want to be my little slut of Christ!" He demanded. My pussy was throbbing; he had pushed the material of my panties aside and was rubbing my clit. I could feel my body shake, and as if replying on it own I said. "Oh God yes! I want your blasphemes cock. I want you to fuck this little nun's pussy, right in front of Christ. Jesus is watching us, and I want him to see me fucked for the first time! I want to loose my virginity right here on this alter." He was now burying one of his fingers in my tight hole. "Mmmmm you're nice and tight, I like that. I will need to loosen you up before you can take my cock though." Then he slid two fingers in me, all the way in. "Mmmm. uggh. Yes yes yes!" was all I could say. Then a third, the pain hit. Sensual searing, I could feel myself stretching to accept his fingers as he drove them into me. My body began to tense, my pussy locked down on his fingers as they pumped. "Aaaaahhhhh FUCK! OOOOoooo" I came. I came all over his hand, all down my legs and on the alter cloth. He slid his fingers out of me, lifted them to my mouth and whispered. "See what you've done, you dirty little nun. You've cum all over the alter of the Lord." he parted my lips with his pussy drenched fingers. I could taste my own juice on them, salty sweet, God this turned me on. I licked and sucked his fingers until they were clean. "Fuck me now!" I groaned. He climbed between my legs and pushed my knees up. I could feel the tip of his member resting between my lips. I reach behind him and pulled on him, trying to pull him into me. He was a statue, then slowly he pushed in. He would push in about an inch then withdraw then push in again going an inch deeper each time. It was driving me crazy! I could feel my pussy being filled to its limits, God I was about to cum again! Then as he pushed in the last time I felt my hymen break, God it hurt. He must have felt it too because he stopped and was just staring at me. "Looks like I'm the little slut of Christ now, and there's no turning back. Fuck me Damien!" I said seductively. He did just that. He rolled me over onto all four, and pushed his massive cock deep into me. "It feels like you're splitting me in two, oh God, give it to me. I want it now." He began thrusting harder, his balls slapped against the back of my legs. He pulled my hips as he thrust, his fingers bruising my soft skin. "I love you little nun's pussy, it's so tight! You're like a velvet vice for my cock!" He was pounding me so hard my little tits swayed and brush the wet alter cloth, which in turn made me hotter. My moans were echoing from the walls, filling the church with the sounds of fucking. As Damien pounded my soft pussy I felt his dick twitch, and he tightened his grip on my waist. "That's it fill my pussy with your cum. make me your little slut nun!" He erupted groaning through tightly gritted teeth; he slammed the last few strokes in deep, causing me to cum again. Cum bubbled out of me down our legs, pooling on the alter. He pulled his cock out of me with a pop sound and I could feel all the juices rush down my thighs. I reached between my thighs and slipped my fingers into my slick hole. coating them. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. Then once again I slid my fingers in to my leaking pot, pumped a few times while staring at Damien who was now getting dressed. I removed the digits and put them to Damien lips. "This is our little secret, one we WILL share again." he took my hand and guided the slippery fingers into his mouth. His tongue ran all over them as he made "Mmmmmm" sounds, and then said "Thank you Sister Victoria, for the guidance." The end? Repent Ch. 02 Edited by pagan pixie In my last entry I told of how I gave myself over to the Sins of the flesh with Damien. So I think its best to begin where I left off. Damien and I had just finished having sex on the altar of our church, so I was getting dressed. Damien dressed quickly, so with a pat on the ass and a kiss, I sent him off. I was trying my best to get myself in order, but I was still shaken and weak legged from the serious fucking I had just received on the sacramental table. In all my years I had only masturbated and never did I have an orgasm like either of the last two that I had. If this is what is to be expected, I think I will really enjoy being a sinner. I finished getting dressed and noticed that my habit was soaked with our spilled juice; I needed to go straight to the dorm and get my self cleaned up. Under my breath I was praying that no one stopped me, because this would be hard to explain. As these thoughts were occurring to me I heard the heavy doors of the church close. Monsignor was back. He came into the main room where I was standing, stared at me in amazement for a moment, then stated “Sister Victoria, I thought you’d be gone long ago. Is anything wrong?” then seeing my clothes said, “ What is that all over you. Tell me what’s going on here!” Shit, what was I going to do? I thought I was busted for sure. I would surely loose my job, title, and any respect. I stood and stared blankly at him for what felt like hours, then the lies started rolling out. “Well monsignor, I was trying to fill the holy water bowls but accidentally dropped the bucket and splashed the water all over me. I was embarrassed so I decided that I would stay in here for a while, to try and let my habit dry before going to my dorm. I didn’t want to take the chance of being to be seen this way. It’s disgraceful.” Silence. Monsignor said nothing; he just looked at me for a moment. I was praying he bought it. He broke his silence saying softly, “Don’t worry yourself about this any, just go on back to you dorm and tidy up. Don’t forget,” he then added, ”God forgives all mistakes, no matter the size.” His comments struck me as odd, but he dismissed me from him and I was glad to go. I hurried to the dorm and into the shower, the warm spray felt wonderful on my back and shoulders. It trickled down my breast and stomach, and down to my aching pussy where it mixed with the juices that were still ebbing from me. I just wanted to melt. I soaped my body, thinking about what had just happened, and thinking about Damien. My nipples began to get hard again, so I rubbed my soapy hands over my breasts. “What is happening to me?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t stop. I played with my nipples with one hand, and using the other, played with my clit. I wanted to finger myself, but considering what had just happened I didn’t think they would do much justice. I rubbed my clit feverishly, and between the slippery soap, warm water, and my fingers, I brought myself to a minor orgasm. Finishing up I toweled off and got dressed, I had a long day of chores ahead of me and time was running out. My day eventually came to a close long after the sun fell from the sky. I was exhausted. I opened the door to my room and clicked on the light, there he was. Damien was sitting on the edge of my bed just grinning at me. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a form fitting shirt You could see his muscles through the clothes, much unlike the uniform that I was used to seeing him in. He was simply dripping with sexuality. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you, so I decided to come visit. Seeing that you weren’t here, I slipped in your window to await your return.” He said with a devilish grin. “I hope you’re not upset with me.” “No, I’m not upset. I’m just a little worried that if we keep meeting like this we’ll be caught.” I replied. Actually I thought it was kind of sweet that he waited for me in a dark room for God know how long. Flashing a wicked little grin he said, “Victoria, confessions are bright and early tomorrow and its now eleven-thirty. I have a feeling that we wont be disturbed.” His eyes twinkled as he said this, making him look that much more alluring. “And besides “, he added, “isn’t danger part of the fun?” I had to admit that danger was certainly part of the fun, and the idea of being with him after such a long day was starting to sound good. That was it, I couldn’t take anymore, as seductively as possible I approached him where he sat. I haven’t attempted this in years, but it felt good to do it again, thankfully, it was something that I hadn’t forgotten how to do. He stood. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and began kissing him passionately. His arms slipped around me as we kissed, pressing me tightly to his hard chest. Then without warning he lifted me from the ground, turned and lowered me to the bed, all the while locked in this kiss. I felt his muscles flex against me as he did, this was truly intoxicating. Lying on the bed with him crouched over me, he began to rub my breast through my garments and teasingly kiss my neck. He then ran his other hand up the bottom of my habit, to rub my clit through the fabric of my panties. I moved my hand up his inner thigh, stroking and caressing the muscles along the way until my hand was firmly cupping his balls. I was already starting to moan, and Damien’s breathing has getting heaver. That’s when I heard the doorknob in my room rattle. Before I could push Damien away the door swung open wide. There stood Mother Superior aghast by the sin that was sprawled out before her. Mother Superior was a woman in her mid thirties, standing about 5ft 9in tall, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, slate gray eyes, and a bust that would easily fill a c-cup. Fury was now washing over every part of this beautiful woman. “What is the meaning of this?”, she demanded. Damien and I were frozen. All I could think was “ Holy Christ, I’m screwed now.” Looking at Damien she seethed, “It would be in your best interest young man if you left my sight. I promise, I’ll deal with you later.” Then focusing on me hissed, “As for you Sister, get in my office, now!” She then turned and left my room, headed for her office. I was trying my best to regain my composure. Damien, however, was a statue. I had to push him out the door and toward the exit before he snapped out of it and darted off. I turned and headed to the office that stood at the end of the hall. I could hear her long nails clicking on the desk where she sat and waited for me. Gently I pushed the door open. “Come in here and sit down.” commanded Mother Superior. I noticed that even when she was angry her voice was still velvet. She sat across from me, folded her hands neatly on the desk, and began. “I’ve been in charge for ten of the eighteen years I’ve served at this church, and I have tried to be fair, just, and understanding. I have only had one other nun do what you’ve done here. She was given quite the penalty for her actions and so you shall receive the same.” She was very direct in her manner, not the picture of rage she was prior. She continued, “To begin with, you will not be removed from this church. We simply are understaffed as it is and that may be the only saving grace you have right now. Nothing of tonight will be said to the other nuns or monsignor, I refuse to allow my self that disgrace. As for your punishment, it will be applied threefold. First you will say the Rosary three times a day for six months. Second, your chores will be doubled for the period of one year. The last you will receive this night.” She then instructed me to retrieve a duffle bag from the bottom drawer of her cabinet. Although a little scared of what my punishment might entail, I was relieved that I would still be allowed to serve at this church. I handed the bag over to her. She took the bag from my hand, and glancing at the wall clock, told me to follow her. She led me out of the building, across the courtyard, and toward the wooded area in back corner of the school grounds. I was getting more and more worried the further we walked away from the dorms. This last punishment was starting to seem a bit bizarre. I was wondering if the long walk was intended to torture me, because it was starting to. In the back corner of the property Mother Superior pushed some bushes away to uncover a discreetly hidden trail. The trail went about sixty yards into the woods where it opened up to reveal an old cemetery. In a low dark voice she explained, “This graveyard was here long before the woods grew around it, and was forgotten. This was a cemetery for sinners. Their demonic behavior caused shame, and were not allowed burial in the community graveyard. This is where you would have been buried had you lived then. Now it will serve as the arena for your punishment.” The moon was full, and was casting an eerie light on everything around me. I have never liked graveyards much to begin with, but this was just about too much for me to handle. I was terrified, and began to shake. Mother Superior set the bag on a granite crypt about fifteen feet from me, and started to remove things from it. As she would take something out, she would examine it and set it down beside the bag. Although the moon was full and bright, I still couldn’t quite make out what she was pulling from the duffel. Then she pulled something out and tossed it to me saying, “Remove your habit and put these on. You will wear these beneath your habit for the duration of your punishment.” As I was removing my clothes I started to cry, I was becoming very scared. I picked up the articles. It was a leather bra with the cups removed so that my breast would be exposed, and lifted to attention. There was also a pair of leather panties to go along with the bra. It wasn’t until I put them on that I noticed that there was a zipper that started at the front near the top, went through my legs, and mid way up the back. After dressing myself this way, I looked around through blurry, teary eyes. I was alone. I started to cry a little harder, making faint sobbing noises. Then a figure began to appear in the distance; long, sleek, sexy and evil. It was Mother Superior. While she was having me change, she had done so herself. She was now wearing a black studded corset, and thongs. A rosary was around her neck and the crucifix was nestled in her cleavage. I stopped crying as I tried to figure out what was going on. She came close to me and whispered, “ Those look good on you, a lot better on you then the last little sinner that wore them. I cant thank you enough for behaving like a whore, this was part of the reason I selected you for this church. I needed a new playmate. I just knew you wouldn’t let me down. Now go over there.” She was pointing to a rectangular headstone that was about waist high. It was old and most of the writing was worn off. I stood exactly where she instructed, and I felt her behind me. She moved in close, sandwiching me between the headstone and her. The headstone in turn pressed the zipper on my panties against my clit. My body was defying me; I was actually getting horny amidst the fear and confusion. Then her hands slipped around my side, cupped my tits, and begin playing with my now hard nipples. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she said, “ Now bend over that stone and pre-pair to accept your punishment from me in the name of God.” She bent me over the stone and then attached leather cuffs to my wrists. The cuffs themselves where attached to small hooks at the base of the gravestone. From the way I was doubled over, my ass was now higher than my head and my tits were resting on the backside of the stone. Once she had secured me in place she produced a small paddle from her bag and silently walked behind me. Within seconds I felt the paddle land squarely on my ass. It stung like hell and I cried out. The paddling continued, whack after whack. With each blow my tits would slap the headstone they were lying upon and I would whimper. After about five minutes of this Mother Superior stopped my corporal punishment, and my ass felt like it was glowing. She placed the paddle back in the bag, picked something else up, and walked back behind me. Without saying a word she reached between my legs, found the zipper at the front of my panties, and unzipped them completely. I could feel the cool night air on my exposed pussy. My God I was wet. “Like that, huh?” Mother Superior said as she ran her hand up my moisten mound. “You’ll probably love this then.” I actually heard her giggle as she said that. Then I felt something pushing at my hole. Slowly it pushed in. Jesus this thing was huge! It had to be 4 in wide and a foot long. I was being stretched to my limits. It hurt so much, much worse than when I took Damien for the first time. She started to slide it in and out, picking up speed as she went. After I got adjusted to the size of it, it truly started to feel good. Before long I was moaning and pushing back against it. The headstone pressed on my belly, which made this monster feel even bigger. I moaned out, “Oh yes, Mother Superior. Please, punish me! Punish me like the little slut I’ve become! Fuck me with that thing so that I may know the light!” She laughed and said, “I knew you’d like this, but the best is yet to come. You will be violated and humbled so that you may truly take God into your heart.” With that I felt her pushing a finger in beside the phallus. Then she placed it to my backdoor and started inserting her digit. “No, no.” I cried. “Not that way.” “Yes, my little Mary Magdalen. You will take it this way. This is part of your sacrament of penance.” She began to fuck my little ring with her finger while she fucked my pussy with the dildo. I felt like I was being torn apart. Cries, moans, and the occasional no, were all I could utter. I came so hard that I thought I would pass out. Still she continued violating me, just as she said she would do. She was making her point clear, she was in control, to do with me what ever she pleased. I was her submissive. Her carnal slave. I had never experienced this before. When I would teases guys I was always the one in control, but now the tables had turned. I really liked it. I liked it all, the nun finger fucking my ass, the large rubber dick buried in my pussy, the cold headstone that I was bent over, and the cemetery. It was all one huge fucking turn on. It was at that moment that Mother Superior pulled the tool from me leaving my panties open so that I could feel the cemetery air on my dripping pot. She walked in front of me. I could see that the dildo was not just that, but a dildo in the shape of a crucifix. I truly just took God into me and came on him too. She put the toy back in the bag and returned to stand just before me. Looking up I could see her thong was wet, and I could smell her pussy. She spoke saying, “ Now don’t begin to think you’ll be the only one to cum tonight. You are going to get me off now.” She inched forward, took the back of my head in her hand, and pressed it to the damp material between her legs. “Have you ever eaten a pussy before?” she asked. “No Mother Superior, I haven’t. Please don’t….” I tried to tell her no, but she just pressed my face to her crotch again. I could hear the smirk in her voice as she replied, “Good, I was hoping to take your virginity.” “Just do as I tell you and by the end you’ll be begging to eat pussy again.” She then ran a finger under her panties and into herself. She removed her finger and placed it to my lips saying, “Suck it off.” “There’s a good little nun. Tastes good, huh? Want more?” She pushed the thong to one side exposing a completely shaven pussy. I could see her clit sticking out from between folds of skin. Everything was ornamented with her glimmering juices. “That’s it. Take a good look at it. I just shaved today.” With as horny as I was, I couldn’t resist and even though I had never been with another woman, I took to it like a pro. I started licking her slit up and down. Tasting her musky secretions. She placed her foot atop the stone beside me so that her clit was fully accessible. I licked and sucked it making her moan. She wound her hand into my hair pulling me closer to her leaking hole. I made little circles around the tip of her clit with my tongue and feeling her body twitch I knew she would be cumming soon. She ground her pussy against my face as I continued to lick her. Nearly yelling she said, “Yes, that’s it. Lick it you little bitch. Lick. Ohhhh, I’m cumming.” She lurched forward and grabbed my sides digging her nails into my soft flesh. I sucked on her little button as she came. Then licked the juice from her pussy until it was clean. She released me from my bindings and helped me stand. Still breathing heavy she said, “You were much better than that other nun. You actually liked it, didn’t you? Come over here with me. It’s your turn. You’ve earned it.” We walked to the crypt were she had set the bag. Pushing the duffel aside she laid me down on the stone lid. Instinctively, I pulled my knees up and together. She slid her soft hand between them slowly spreading them apart. I could feel my wetness trickle down my crack and drip on the stone lid. I wanted her bad. She was gorgeous. I was glad that she would be my first. I watched as she licked her way down my thighs. Just seeing her face descend to my pussy was a huge turn-on. Then her magic tongue found its mark, it felt warm and soft. She pressed it to my swollen clit sending shivers through me. While she began licking the juice from my peach, her hands traced up to my tits. She was an expert. She was licking a steady cadence on my bud, while rolling my nipples in between her soft fingers. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. All my muscles were tensing and pulsing. This one felt different though. My last orgasms, while intense, were centered in my lower body. This one that was coming, however, was everywhere. Like a million, tiny, champagne bubbles just beneath my skin. Mother Superior’s tongue danced on my clit until I erupted spilling forth my ecstasy. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t see, or even think. All I knew is that she kept licking me. It was like being awakened from a dream in the most divine way. She licked up every last drop, sending warm vibrations all through me. She pulled her face back and was smiling impishly. “I knew you would like it. Come here.” she rose to her feet and beckoned for me to do the same. I stood before her. She was a little taller than I, so I had to look up to her. She leaned and placed her lips firmly to mine. We kissed deeply, pressing ourselves together tightly. Mother Superior’s silky hands cradled my ass and I was in return holding her tight to me so that I could feel my breasts pressed to hers. We finished kissing, turned, and returned to our clothing. I got dressed making sure to leave on my leathers just as told. The bra made my nipples rub against the inside of my habit which made them hard and visibly protrusive from under the material. The idea of this kinky clothing just beneath my habit excited me greatly. After dressing, we went back to the dormitories, and with one more kiss bid each other goodnight. I laid in my bed and reflected upon what had just happened, then slowly, while glowing and vibrating, shut my eyes and went to sleep. Still not …THE END. Repent Ch. 03 Hello. For those of you who don’t yet know me, my name is Sister Victoria, and this is my third entry. In my last entry I discovered who Mother Superior really was. In the following months I’ve received more delicious “punishment” than I think my body or soul were ever prepared for. I have become her regular concubine, performing and pleasing her dark wishes. I can honestly say that I enjoy the way we service each other. With every passing day and erotic adventure I can feel the inklings of love maturing within me. I am also quite positive that she feels the same. As for the one that introduced me into this intoxicating world, Damien, I have taken control of him very nicely. I have learned all there is to learn from him and I use this information to torture, tease, and drive him to melting orgasms. The more we fuck the more he willingly becomes entranced in me. Even after months since we were caught, I have yet to tell him of Mother Superior. I didn’t want to frighten him off or give him the feeling that his competing for me. Mother Superior and Damien are on completely different playing field. I didn’t want to stop fucking either of them for the world. With Damien it’s simply that, fucking. I had only two foreseeable options before my little triangle collapsed right on top of me. Tell him the whole truth and possibly crush him, or simply break it off. So I decided the latter. To protect his heart and ego, I lied. He came to me in his usual way, under the cover of night. Upon his arrival I began my deceit. As he cleared my window he found me seated at the edge of my bed crying. He immediately rushed over to console me. “Sister Victoria, what’s wrong” he said sweetly. “Please, talk to me.” He put his arm around me. “Damien, dear. I am sorry but I can’t be with you anymore.” I sobbed franticly. His arm stiffened then fell away. “What? Was.was it something I said. Something I did?” He stammered softly. “Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded, choking back tears. “Sister Victoria, I love…” I cut him off before he could finish saying it. “ No, Damien. Really, it’s not you.” I said slowing my crying. “ I’ll explain.” Here it goes I thought, the BIG lie. “ I was two weeks late with my period, I do think I was pregnant. I say was because it came today. But the pain was worse.” I started up the crying again. “Damien, I miscarried a child. Our child.” He started to become frenzied. He began speaking so fast that I couldn’t follow and had to slow him down. With a deep breath he said, “But we can start using condoms, or I can have my doctor write you a prescription for birth control.” He certainly didn’t give up easy, but I continued, “The last two weeks have been really difficult for me. I really thought I, we, would be exposed in time. Now I want to use this experience as a warning. I need to stop. Damien, I’m sorry. It was fun while it lasted, but now I find that I’m raked with guilt. Damien, I’m going to confession tomorrow. With luck I won’t be removed of my title. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Monsignor who I was sleeping with.” He began to cry, then said, “ I understand. I knew this couldn’t last forever. I just didn’t think it would end so soon or abruptly.” His head was bowed in his hands. He was defeated and alone. “ I’ll be on my way then.” He turned to leave, turned and said. “Sister Victoria?” “Yes?” I replied. “I love you.” Then he was gone. Damn it! Why did he have to say that? Now I was beginning to feel guilty. I tried to shake the feeling off and went to bed. The next morning when I awoke I found instead of the guilt fading it got worse. I replayed the events of the last night in my head. God. What the fuck had I turned into? Me a nun just broke up with her lover for the love of another woman, also a nun. I felt like an utter disgrace and I had to go to confession. Even if it meant that I would have to give up my position, I would. I would also stay true to my promise; I would not under any cost divulge any names. It was settled. I carried out my morning chores, making sure that the church had cleared of all other confessors. Then exhaling sharply I entered the small confessional. It was dark and cramped, and smelled of old incense. I proceeded to tell Monsignor of all my sins. The occasional gasp would escape him. He sounded horrified when he spoke. “Sister Victoria, step out of my confessional immediately.” I did as instructed, fearing the worst. He exited the booth as I did. I quickly dropped to my knees and begged, “Please, please forgive me. I see the error of my way. Please allow me to remain in God’s service.” While pleading with him I looked up to notice a growing bulge in his pants. “Monsignor?” I was confused. “Yes, child. I am shocked at your behavior, but not disappointed.” he replied in reverence. Looking to be sure we were alone smiled and said, “You’ve shared yourself with a couple people, now break bread with me.” He then slid the zipper down and unbuttoned his pants. His holy staff sprang forward. He was longer than Damien by at least an inch but slightly thinner. The tip of his dick bobbed an inch from my face. I could see pre-cum forming at the tip. I leaned forward and took as much of it as I could in my mouth as I could. I didn’t mind doing this because Monsignor was the youngest and best looking this parish had ever seen. With a perfect physique and waves of light brow hair framing his face. There was a real distinguished look about him. “Mmmm “ he moaned softly as I sucked him in. I was utterly confused. I was using sexual tricks that I learned with a student on the leader of the church. I was supposed to be reforming these whorish behaviors. He pressed his dick further into my mouth nearly gagging me. “That’s a good nun.” He said. “Kneel before my Sacred alter.” I slithered my tongue around the tip of his hardness and sucked on him harder. With one hand I cupped and massaged his balls while the other had a tight grip on his well-shaped ass. I slid his dick in and out of my mouth enjoying the feel of his rigid shaft on my lips and tongue. I was getting so horny; I could feel wetness starting form on my pussy lips. Then, letting his dick pop free, I looked up at him and said, “Enough fucking around Monsignor, Follow me so we can put that dick to use!” He had a perplexed look and then said, “Language, Sister. Watch your language. We are in the house of the Lord you know. Show some respect!” I stood thinking, this guy is a fucking lunatic, whatever, and I was going to fuck the shit out of him any way. I took hold of his bobbing shaft and led him to the pews. I turned to him, gave an evil glare, a peck on the lips, and then pushed him into the pew. He fell flat on his back rapping his head hard on the wooded bench seat, but this thankfully didn’t dissuade him. I pulled his pants off and cast them to the floor. Then reaching under my habit found the zipper at the front of my leather panties and unzipped them completely. I wore these today not for pleasure but necessity, since I discarded all my other undergarments as per my punishment Mother Superior gave me. But I could see now that this was a good turn of luck. I pulled my cloaking up high enough that I could swing a leg over his and effectively straddle him. He caught a quick glimpse of my wet pussy as I straddled him. He grinned widely saying, “Now it is time that the lion lay with the lamb.” Then pressed his prick to my mound. I began to grind my cunt the length of his cock, feeling his slippery beast between my lips and against my clit. I wanted him in me. My pussy ached to be fucked hard. I slid all the way forward and guided him into me. “Oooh.. Mmm.” I moaned sliding about halfway down. It felt like my little pussy was on fire. Without thinking I blurted out, “Fuck redemption, fuck salvation! Fuck me Father! If this is what it means to burn in hell, burn me now! “ With that he growled, “I’ve warned you about your language Sister!” he then grabbed my hips and drove all nine plus inches into me. I shrieked loudly and arched back as far as I could. I couldn’t move, I had been impaled on him. Slowly, as if moving of their on accord, my hips began rotating, grinding down. I could feel his pubic tickling my button as I did this. I gyrated faster and heard his moans. He reached up and grabbed my tits, rubbing, caressing, pulling; he acted like a teen on his first date. He moaned, “Take it. Take my holy member. Mmmmm.” I leaned forward and started riding him…hard. He felt so good inside of me; I could feel the veins along the shaft as I slid his meat in and out of me. I was slamming my little bitch on his lance when I felt a kiss on my neck. Damien! He scared the hell out of me. I nearly fell off monsignor. “Shhh. Just keep going.” he said Monsignor hadn’t even opened his eyes. Damien bent forward a started kissing me deeply while I kept pounding Monsignor. Damien broke away, stood and produced his engorged tool. I gladly took it into my mouth, loving the taste of his flesh. I did miss his gorgeous cock; so large and strong. I felt incredibly dirty sucking on Damien while fucking my priest. I loved it. It was turning me so much. Within a few minutes Monsignor exploded and opened his eyes. “Damien.” he said, not acting all too surprised. “Nice to see you here.” “See Monsignor. I told you she was a slut.” Damien smiled and said. “I knew she would mount you.” He pulled his cock from my mouth saying to Monsignor, “Like we planned, huh?” Monsignor just nodded at the boy. Damien circled behind me pushed me flat against Monsignor and lifted my habit. He exposed my leaking pussy and Monsignors deflating cock. “I see you’ve got her nice and slick for me.” Damien chuckled quietly. He then pushed his dick into me beside Monsignors. Even though Monsignors dick was nearly flaccid the girth of the two combined was immense. “Unnnnnggghh…” I grunted as Damien slid slowly into me. Damien slowly began pumping his tool in and out, increasing his speed little by little. As I was starting to get used to the dual invasion Monsignors dick began to swell again, stretching me as it did. Damien felt this to and started plowing into me. That was it, Monsignors cock swelled to full attention. “Aaaaarrrrggggg uuggggh” I could feel my cunt stretch out like never before. The pain was incredible. Damien leaned over and hissed, “Your such a little whore. I know as soon as you get used to it you’ll love it. And don’t worry this won’t cause permanent damage; the two of us are no comparison to, say … childbirth. Lying bitch!” Whore, bitch, Damien was calling me these things and it made me hotter. I had never seen him like this. Damien had always been timid around me, now he was in complete control. He certainly wasn’t afraid to show it either. To my surprise he was right. I eventually got used to the two of them AND I did like it, A lot. I have never been so filled! I had a little more than 18 inches of cock jammed inside my little crack! I was moaning, writhing and pushing back to meet Damien’s assault when Monsignor started pumping me at an alternate pace. Like two fleshy pistons, these two fucked me AND all I could do was hold the edge of the pew and try to keep balance. The feeling was amazing. My heart was pounding so hard; I thought it would jump out of my throat. I sank my nails into Monsignors chest to steady myself. My mind was going blank. I could heard the two of them grunting and moaning using my pussy in the most sacrilegious way. I was their little fuck puppet, completely. While fucking me Monsignor reached down and found the edge of my habit, with a few tugs it was completely removed from me and thrown to the floor. I was now nude and pressed between two glorious bodies. Monsignor ran his hands over my pale legs, stomach and tits. Damien had one hand wrapped in my hair and the other on my shoulder helping him drive deep into me. My skin tingled as little beads of sweat dripped of me onto Monsignor. The sent of sweat was thick in the air, it actually overpowered the sweet sent of incense. The lights seemed to flicker and a nexus hot feeling blazed through my body. Convulsions racked my body like one possessed by spirits. My hole tightened down around them and I could hear my screaming echo from the walls and choir loft. Black. The next thing I remember was waking completely nude in the pew, my head in Damien’s lap. My cunt felt so stretched I could hardly hold my legs together and I was pouring spent semen. Damien was caressing my hair; my eyes rolled trying to focus. When I gained focus he smiled softly and said,” C’mon lets get you to the dorm and showered up.” he then helped me up. “My habit, where is it?” I asked. “There was no putting that back on, trust me. We absolutely covered that in cum. Monsignor took it to be washed with today’s laundry.” He grinned as he said this. “What about my…my others?” I inquired. “Oh, your bra and panties. They’re here.” He held them out to me. “What am I thinking, let me help you into them.” he said. He helped me into the bra and then into the panties. When he zipped them up; however, the small buzzing vibration sent chills through me. “I can’t go back like this.” Trembling as I spoke. I was concerned now, having no clothes. “Not to worry. Monsignor called a meeting of the entire faculty and student body. We should get you back and cleaned up rather easily.” He said evenly. We did make it into the dorms and into the shower without being seen by a soul. In the shower Damien undressed me once more and turned on the water. “Now do you need my help or would you like me to go?” he asked. I was still having trouble standing so I invited him to join. We stood naked in the pulsing water, kissing, caressing, and holding one another. He grabbed the soap and began to lather me up, I still can’t decide whether it was more sensual or relaxing but in either case it did turn me on. I turned to him and gripped his cock firmly and started stroking. He responded by putting my back to the wall and lifting me onto him. He slid in easy and we rhythmically pulsed into one another. I was amazed that even after what had just happened I was still tight enough to feel him and I was glad I could. We kissed in the warm spray of the shower as I rode him and he gently thrusted into me. I felt him tense and grip me tighter. He threw his head back and came deep inside of me. He let me down and we finished washing up. Then we headed off to my room and bed where we both fell asleep. In my last waking moments I remember Mother Superior stepping in the room smiling then quietly leaving. Not yet …the end Repentance They met at a house party. She was 18, he was 20. She introduced herself as Laura, he shook her hand gently and said his name was Paul. He was dark and handsome, with an air of intelligence and mystery. She was young, naïve and fun loving. He was there with a friend, she was there with a lover. It wasn't meant to be. They chatted and got on. It was clear that opposites attract. They swapped numbers and stayed friends. They never spoke of the quick kiss they stole outside the bathroom when no one was looking. He was there for her when her boyfriend's possessive behaviour became too much. He was her wise adviser when she tried to leave, her shoulder to cry once she was alone and her friend when she needed to talk to someone. He waited patiently, and never put any pressure on her for anything more than friendship. It was two whole years between their meeting and the first time they made love. It was perfect sex. Neither could claim to be particularly experienced nor could they claim to be well informed, but somehow they just clicked. She was a little submissive; he was a little dominant. He was naturally rough and she loved it. They spent hours exploring each others bodies, rolling around on the bed trying everything they could thing of and loving every second of it. Their sex was intimate yet fun, better than either had ever had before. Together they were more than the sum of their parts. For six months they lived perfects lives. Their opposite lifestyles seemed to meet without clashing. He loved her for what she was. He assumed she loved him too. And so it was a complete shock to him when she asked to meet him in Starbucks. He was the sort of guy that was wary of corporate greed and avoided such places; and besides he didn't drink coffee. Why would she ask to meet him somewhere he would never go? He turned up a few minutes early, bought a cup of tea and waited for her. She was five minutes late and arrived looking flustered. Despite arriving in her usual manner, there was clearly something wrong. As she sat down their eyes met and for a split second he saw something. Panic or fear maybe, possibly something else. "I..." she began. "I'm not sure how to say this, so I'll just blurt it all out, ok?" Paul just nodded slowly. "I met someone else. A guy at work. He's like me, we really get on and we have so much in common, so much more than you and I do and we really like each other and he's there and..." her eyes began to fill up. "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry too," he replied. "I didn't realise you felt this way." "It's not that I don't love you, I do," she said. "I just need someone who is more like me. You're so.... secretive. You don't talk about your thoughts or your feelings. You're so guarded that sometimes you scare me. I can't deal with it any more. I'm sorry." She was sorry. He had questions, but decided not to ask them. "Can we still be friends?" She asked, instantly regretting it. "Of course," he replied. No need for a grudge, though he wasn't sure how he'd feel about it tomorrow. It was awkward for the first few weeks, but after a while they settled into a strange love-hate friendship. They still had lust and the desire born of their differences, but now with a bitter streak of betrayal and the distance of a respectful friendship. Eventually it reached something that vaguely resembled normality. A few months passed, and life went on. He was still studying and devoted most of his attention to that; she went to work, went home to a new man and tried to pretend that she wasn't thinking about someone else when they made love. But she was. At first she was sure it would fade, but it didn't. There was no denying, her new relationship was easier but it had nothing of the excitement and danger of the old one. She missed Paul. She missed the way he smiled so rarely – it always gave her a sense of accomplishment when she made him laugh. She missed the way he thought things through, the way he knew her intimately, in a way her new lover never would. With Paul it was like he had always known her, yet she knew nothing about him. It had driven her mad, but now she craved it. She had to get him back. Paul, on the other hand had gone on to have a series of one-night stands and a few dates, but it never felt the same. He made small talk with girls he had nothing in common with, he had in depth discussions with girls he was sure were on the same wavelength, but never did he feel quite as comfortable as he did with Laura. For all the conversation was forced, the sex was worse. He went from one lousy lay to another, never finding a girl he could connect with so wonderfully in the bedroom. Gone were the days where sex was easy. Eventually he wound up visiting an ex and asking her advice. "You're love sick honey," was what she told him. "You need to get her out of your system." Easier said than done. "You need some good hard comfortable sex. Come on." And with that, he was led upstairs for yet another let down. More time passed. Paul kept seeing his ex for unattached sex, Laura kept dating one man and dreaming of another. Inevitably, it was Laura who cracked. She knew Paul would never beg for her back – he would rather live the rest of his life alone than beg. And she knew it was her who had to make amends, so she arranged to meet him, though this time in the intimacy of his own flat. She spent a long time getting ready. She left without telling her supposed partner where she was going and drove to Paul's, picking up a bottle of wine on the way. Her cleavage was on show, there would be alcohol and he would be on comfortable ground. If this didn't win him back, nothing would. She arrived and checked her appearance in the mirror. She rang his doorbell and had to concentrate hard to stop herself shaking. He let her in. There was dinner, and talking and awkward flirting until the wine kicked in. For a short time it was as comfortable as it had always been. Over dessert she began to explain the real reason she was there. "You see," she began, "the thing is..." and with that she explained it all. How Chris, her partner, was never the same, how he couldn't touch her the same way or make her feel the same way. How much he bored her. Paul nodded, considering every word she said. She spoke and he listened, as always. Eventually, she ran out of words, so she levelled it with the simple truth. "I need you," she said. He sat motionless for a moment, mulling over every word. There was no denying it; he needed her too. He stood without speaking. She stood up, not sure what to do. Was he angry? Was he upset? She couldn't tell. He turned and looked at her, that same old piercing look that made her feel like he was staring at her very soul. She was powerless again, and she loved it. He reached out one hand silently, and gently placed it on her cheek. She couldn't breathe as tears filled her eyes. He slid his hand through her hair to the back of her head and pulled her in. Their mouths met for the deepest, most passionate kiss either had experienced for a long time. Their tongues probed each other and she smiled as he bit her bottom lip. She felt her pulse rise as he put his arm round her waist and pulled her in tight. Her reaction was physical when he moved his hand from the back of her head down to her breast. His grip was firm, so self-assured. She didn't protest as he helped her out of her top. He undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then stepped back to admire her. She had gained a little weight - had she been comforting eating? - It didn't matter, a little fat merely served to exaggerate her curves, but it was obvious she was aware of it. She no longer loved her body quite as much. She was curvier and cuter than ever, and her breasts were clearly larger. Every aspect of her spoke of sexuality and yet she was tainted. Another man had touched her. His hand flew out and slapped her hard across the face. "Slut," he spat. It surprised both of them. In panic, he grabbed her and kissed her fiercely once more, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as she softened into his arms, trusting him totally despite the slap. "I love you," he moaned, as an apology for the insult. "I love you too" she replied with doe-eyes. She paused. "I'd do anything for you," she continued slowly. "Anything... at all." He knew what it meant. It was all the permission he needed. He took her hands in his, placed them together and with one hand took hold of both her wrists. Pulling her forward, he placed his other hand open on her ass. He paused for a moment, feeling the curve through her panties, soaking in the warm, soft, delicate skin beneath. He pulled his hand away with some reluctance, but quickly put it back with a sharp crack. She stifled a yelp. The sound made his erect penis twitch. Again he brought his hand down, hard. This was no spanking; it was punishment. Neither would be able to say how many times he slapped her before it occurred to him to fuck her. Either way, the skin was red with purple welts as if he had used a belt. Silently, he grabbed her hair and thrust her head forward over the nearest piece of furniture. Her pants had long been thrust down her legs. In her new position, the warm, moist slit of her sex peeked out at him. He rammed to fingers into her, violently masturbating her. She moaned loudly as he did, despite the pain it caused her. He withdrew the fingers and freed his throbbing cock from his boxers. Without hesitation he slide the full length into her, filling her. The old feeling of warmth and pleasure radiated through him from her pussy, but this time he wasn't wrapping his arms around her and loving her; this time it was a fucking. Grabbing her hips he began to thrust into her, over and over again; deep, hard, unrelenting thrusts as she squirmed and moaned beneath him. Her moans were those of pleasure, which seemed fitting. He didn't hate her, he wanted to pleasure her but he needed to punish her and this was the only way. Natural instinct had taken over and it was good. He reached up for her hair, using it as a handle to ram into her harder still. It was too much to resist slapping her face a few times with such an exposed target. Still, it wasn't enough. He pulled his cock from her. He could feel her disappointment – orgasm had not been far, but this was not about her. Pulling her buttocks apart, he placed the head of his cock against her asshole. She let slip the faintest of gasps – anal had always been off-limits before, but she knew things were different now. After the slightest of pauses, he pressed into the forbidden hole. She gritted her teeth, panted, gasped, yelped, shifted her weight from one foot to the other and danced as much as she could but nothing could stop the pain. He used the weight of his body to force it in, pulling back on her hips until the penetration was total. She was in a new, unexplored pain as he slowly began thrusting into a new, unexplored pleasure. Unfortunately, it proved too much and he soon began to feel an orgasm building. Before the crescendo, it occurred to him that it would not be fitting to ejaculate there. It seemed like a waste to finish there, almost as though putting down a book without reading the final chapter. He withdrew sharply once more, this time causing her to squeal involuntarily, and took her by the hair again. This time he pulled her to her knees and pressed the head of his cock against her mouth. Wordlessly she opened, accepting him into her throat deeper than ever before. Three solid thrusts against her retching were enough to push him over the edge and he came hard against the back of her mouth, filling her throat with his seed. She gagged and spluttered, but he didn't care. He pinched her nose as she did, causing her to swallow every bodily fluid that had been left by his cock. For a moment, they both thought she would vomit, but the moment passed and they were left in the silence, her on her knees looking up at him. In a flash of emotion, the full extent of the previous hour (had it really been that long?!) set upon him. He had hit her, bruised and shamed her, insulted her, pulled her hair, violently assaulted her pussy, anally violated her against her will and ejaculated in her throat. To top it all off, he had forced her to swallow, an act she would never have willingly partaken in. He had abused her so easily. He was a monster. And yet, the bruised, beaten wretched girl staring up at him, mascara-stained tears flowing freely down her cheeks had only one emotion on her face: pure love. How could he not love her in return? Falling to his knees he threw his arms around her. "I'm sorry!" He cried as she sobbed on his shoulder. "I love you." The days ahead would be interesting indeed. Repentance I bowed at her feet. The tile floor cold against my naked body. She hovered over me, cracking me every few seconds with the whip. I cried hard against the tile, the floor below me wet from tears, and my juices. My body deceiving my emotions. I begged at her feet to stop. But she didn't stop. I deserved this. My back stung, the skin was raw. I wouldn't be surprised if I would start to bleed soon. I felt a little trickle slide down my back. The horror rose through me. Was it blood? Or had my body temperature risen to produce sweat? Fury flew through me. But I accepted my punishment with grace. For what seemed like forever she whipped me. My back and ass were raw. I was unsure if I'd be able to move at all. Finally she stopped. I felt her hand grace my neck, as she grabbed my pony tail and pulled me to my feet. The look in her eyes was fierce. I'd never seen this look on her face before. She was furious. She pulled me to her, digging her nails into my raw back and bit my lower lip. My body began to drip more. How could pain cause me to be this turned on? It was her. The abuse she caused the pain she caused. Was pleasurable to her, which in turn was to me as well. I groaned loudly as she ripped my back more with her nails. Her hands moved all the way down my back. Slowly. Painfully. Tantalizing. They reached my raw ass. Her hands felt cold against my burning skin. She rubbed it gently for a moment. Her eyes softened for just a moment. But became hateful once more. She moved her hands to each cheek and pulled my ass apart exposing my shaved well used hole. She slides her right hand in between the cheeks while pulling the other cheeks further apart. Her pointer finger found my ass, and slide inside. I groaned again. She fingered hard in my ass. Not caring how hard, or fast she went. My pussy began to throb hard. The torment she caused was both excruciating and exotic. She moved her left hand to the back of my neck quickly, and while still fingering my ass; grabbed my hair and kissed me. It was not a loving kiss; she was going to eat me. Her tongue entered deep within my mouth practically choking me. She kissed me a if she needed me to survive. The kiss lasted for eternity, going from hatred to need to passion to greed. I was on the verge of exploding. But I told my brain to stop that. It would make it worse on us. She released me from the kiss and withdrew her hand from me. Then grabbed me by the hair and spun me around to drag me backwards into the bedroom. There she yanked me hard so I fell onto the carpet. The fibers stung on my back. And I cried out again. Begging and pleading at her feet, I wept. I kissed my masters feet, hoping she would have compassion. I would not say the safe word. I knew she would quit. But I wanted her to see, I was strong. And I wanted her to see, I would do whatever it took. She yanked me to my feet again and pushed me back onto the bed. First, she grabbed my right hand and chained it high above my head, hanging from the ceiling. She then shackled my left hand to the door next to me. After that she grabbed both my feet, shackling them together before also connecting them to the ceiling. With my feet in the air, my ass was open game. She had the strap on already. And eyed me. It wasn't her right now, it was him in there. She wouldn't hurt me this way, she could, but would never.... Still the look in her eyes erupted my body in more desire than I had known in a while. She positioned herself to enter me. She had an evil glare as she said, "don't cum." And shoved the strap deep within my ass while simultaneously shoving a toy in my pussy. She moved hard within me. I was on the brink of screaming our safe word. It hurt, but it pleasured me to much to stop her. I was torn. I wanted her to stop; I needed her to keep going. My body was hers to do with what she wished. I was her toy, her pet, her sub. I would prove it tonight. No safe words to be used. My back was for sure bleeding; my arms and legs were becoming weak. But she kept going. The punishment was never ending. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. But she wouldn't allow it, and I couldn't show in was weak. She went for hours, bringing me close, and slowing down before I came. Her stamina was amazing. Mine was too. I became tired, and frustrated. She rode me like a wild horse. I was desperate for release. She pulled out of me completely and left the room. Leaving me and my very near limp body in silence. I glanced at the clock and gasped in horror. She had been punishing me for 15 hours! And was still going. I watched the clock, timing her return, growing antsy; the clock timed 30 minutes away from me. Still dripping I began to leave a very wet spot on the bed. 45 minutes and she returned. This time there was no strap, nothing. Her naked body caught me by surprise. I could look at her for hours. She had a glimmer in her eyes. The look I had been hoping to see. She climbed onto the bed and lowered my hand that hung from the ceiling. As she did so, she pressed her mouth on mine gently. The kiss lasted several minutes before she released me and climbed onto my face. My tongue found her juicy hole and began to drink. She was wet! I loved her taste. I lived for this juice from the gods. I sucked, and licked, and nibbled everywhere I could find. Her body shuttered under me. Her back arched. She got goose bumps on her body. I moved faster. Trying to pleasure her more, trying to give her the feeling of ecstasy. Her body lurched several times as I began to suck on her clit. She came hard in my mouth. Her juices flowed in me like water. I swallowed her up. I could feel her all over my face. But I didn't care. She rolled off my face, barely able to move herself. She lay there for several moments with her head against my chest to regain strength. I nearly passed out, because despite the un-comfortableness I was in, I was comfortable with her this close. She finally loved and unshackled me. She rolled me to my stomach and sighed. She reached in the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a bottle of sensitive skin body lotion and began to massage and lotion up my back. She tenderly touched all the sore spots, and made sure I would not be in pain later. She then rolled me to my back again to view my body. Still frustrated I looked up at her and pouted. "Not tonight my beautiful submissive, however, you have made me proud. Keep it up beautiful." She said very softly as she kissed my forehead. And I made a silent acknowledgement of her comment. She lay next to me and pulled me close to her. Holding me against her so I could hear her chest. We cuddled close, before her breath evened out. I was also about to pass out, but part of me didn't want to. I loves watching her and listening to her sleep. The rhythm of her heart finally evened out and in dozed off. With the last thing out of my mouth, that she most likely will never hear was, "I am yours master. Forever and always." Repercussions and Rewards Groaning, Josie unsuccessfully tried to shift her weight off her neck and felt the cum and spit splattered across her face drying. The ring on her collar was locked firmly into place to the steel anchor that was bolted to the floor, and each wrist was bound tightly to each ankle, forcing her shoulders to the ground and her ass in the air. The bullet shoved unceremoniously inside her rectum hummed softly within her. She could feel her Master watching her out of the corner of his eye while he silently watched his slave squirm. She had been in this position for about 45 minutes now, punishment for closing her legs shortly after he had instructed her to keep them open earlier while using that same bullet lodged up her ass on her clit. She was preventing herself from coming, but one way or another she would have gone against his will. "Whores need to learn to keep their damn legs open, cunt," he had said to her while restraining her, "So that your holes are available to me at all times." Well they were certainly available now. She was helplessly vulnerable, and no amount of squirming gave her any sense of modesty. In another 15 minutes, her Master knelt behind her and pulled out the bullet slowly. She moaned softly as it plopped out of her. She then felt something cold touch her clit. An ice cube from his drink. She whined into the floor as he dragged it along the length of her pussy and into her ass. Three in succession, one right after the other. He then viciously slapped her on the cunt, making a squishing noise, as it had become a sloppy wet mess. Gathering up some of her juices in his hand, her Master smeared it across her face. "Smell that, you disgusting filthy whore? That is the scent of a bitch in heat. You want to be fucked so bad, don't you?" He taunted while roughly shoving two fingers into her. She struggled hard not to come. Shutting her eyes tightly, she squeaked out, "Yes, Master." "Tell me what you want, cunt." "I want you to fuck me, Master. Please shove your cock into me. I want it bad." "Very well," he responded with a smirk. With that, he took a firm grip of her hair and pushed her face harder into the ground as he fucked her mercilessly and unsympathetically. Bracing herself with her shoulders as best at she could, she made a constricted moaning sound from the back of her throat both out of pleasure and frustration. It had been 6 days since the last time she came. She didn't deserve it, especially not after disobeying her Master's order. It wasn't long before she felt a slick wetness brush over her exposed asshole, and her Master's thick fingers probing into her. Her body shook with her efforts, and her eyes rolled back at the feeling of having both her holes penetrated, violated, elated. In one swift movement, he slammed his cock deep into her ass. She screamed into the floor and fidgeted as best as she could to accommodate the intrusion. Curling her fingers and toes within her restraints, squeezing her eyes shut and breathing through clenched teeth, she could do nothing more than just remain still and take it. He forcibly slid in and out of her while she squealed and squirmed underneath him. She bit her lower lip and whimpered, and felt her wetness seep down her leg. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when he finished, pouring his cum deep within her bowels. With a sigh, he pulled out of her ravaged body, and savagely pushed her butt plug back in its' usual resting place. It stung as it went in. He then sat next to her and patted her upturned bottom, and released her of her bonds. He allowed her to get accustomed to her new found freedom before asking, "Aren't you going to clean up your mess, cunt?" With a grimace, she crawled over closer to him and leaned in to lick her Master's flaccid cock to cleanliness. When she was through, he pushed her off of him and told her to fetch her leash which was in the other room. In the mean time, her Master stood up and fixed himself another drink at the bar adjacent to where she was bound. Crawling back to him, leash hanging by her teeth, she dropped it into her Master's outstretched hand. He fastened it to the anchor by making a knot with the handle and motioned her over. When she crawled over to him, he fastened it to her collar and told her to lie flat on her back far away enough from the anchor to pull the leash taut, putting slight pressure on her neck. He then tied her wrists together and told her to stay put. Next, he grabbed one of the bar stools and placed it so that one of the legs was about an inch away from her pussy. He grabbed a regular chair and placed it next to her torso, on which he took a seat. Leaning back, he crossed his ankles on her belly. "Tell me cunt, when was the last time I let you cum?" Her eyes immediately lit up, and she said shyly, "Um... it was 6 days ago, Master." "And how badly do you want to cum now?" "Really really really really REALLY badly, Sir." He chuckled, "Alright cunt, if you want to cum that badly, you're gonna have to rub your pussy against this bar stool to achieve it." Her face fell. "Take as long as you need." After pausing for a moment, letting what he said to her sink in, she thought, "fuck it," and scooted herself closer to the stool. It became quickly apparent that in order for her to get any kind of real stimulation, she'd have to completely cut off her air supply. Taking a deep breath, she got to working. Her Master spat on her face and taunted her, "You've become such a desperate whore, even fucking the furniture to get yourself off. You're such a pathetic slut." This was impossible! She reached the point where she couldn't hold her breath any longer and released the pressure on her neck. Groaning a sigh of frustration, she took another breath and tried again. Her Master leaned in close to her ear, "Just look at yourself. A smart, capable young woman willingly debasing herself, humping a leg like an animal." Again, frustrated she let herself breathe. "I think I want to see you in pain now, cunt," her Master said, casually, and pulled out a coat hanger from no where. He attached the clips to her nipples and she immediately started whimpering and arching her back. He watched her calmly and let her settle, and she took another deep breath and started fucking the bar stool again. He pulled at the hanger and she made a pained expression and a silent scream. She rubbed harder, and shortly came violently. Letting herself breathe, finally, she coughed. Smiling, her Master straddled her body and said, "Nicely done, cunt," and shoved his cock into her mouth as she was about to say, "Thank you, Master." Repetitions He lived where few dared tread, nursing a meager pension that barely paid for his daily needs. Life was hard here on the desert, where the preservation of water was almost as sacred as life itself. Yet the solitary life held its private rewards with an iron grip, protecting its own from the ravages of pressure and identity with the serenity of its auburn skies. His nights were filled with the deserts song and the dreams of eternity, and he hungered for little, knowing that possession feeds upon itself. It was during a cold and starry night that she came to him on her ship of a thousand winds. Unlike any he had known she appeared as a vision and spoke through his mind’s eye of ages past and futures lost. Her plight was as timeless as her flowing lines, merging on themselves in a delicately haunting tune of grace and nurturance. She had searched the seas of stars for one who’s seed might offer the tranquility her offspring would require in an expanding universe of technocracy and apathy. She chose him for his unevasive wisdom, and gentle acceptance of all things under the sun. They would spend a night of passion in the sand, unfolding their secrets and caressing their cares. Few would achieve the flight of ecstasy they shared that gentle night, and fewer still would allow the glorious creature to escape with nary a whimper as he. With their song still echoing its ecstasies in his being, she disappeared into the starry sea without promises while nurturing his last best hopes for humanity. He would perish alone yet fulfilled. She arrived on a beam of light in the midst of a dark night to and enslaved world of greed and poverty. Her heart cried out at the lonely desperation that flooded her senses and she fled into the desert wilderness of her forefather only to find his remains blowing through time. Sleep would flee her this night as she struggled to understand this world of plenty where most was given to an elect few. Her tears would flow as petals from a dying rose and she would come to know of the evil that men do is as universal a characteristic as the love they hunger for. Her departure would go unnoticed by all save a nameless vagrant that was awakened from his drunken dreams by a brilliant beam of life. He remains sober to this day. Several cycles would pass before she had attained the wisdom to understand this world and return to its madness. Arriving in a remote community by the sea on a particularly cool and humid night, she strolled through the sand towards the time-worn vessel of a man lost in his loneliness. Her hands soothed his hardened heart as she guided him from the pounding surf up into the trees that surrounded the rocky shoreline. He smiled up at her with a toothy grin, surrendering himself completely to the soft touch of his angel. She felt the love he had imprisoned for decades began to flow from within, and she caressed his tired, weather-worn lines with timeless gentleness, caressing his fears from their bastions into the open sea air. Despite the chill from the northerly autumn winds, he was warmed by her embrace and found himself caressing her flawless beauty with the childlike curiosity that only virginity can embrace. She responded with grace and empathy, awakening senses that long ago retired in futility. Their caresses became more bold and assuming, until they were totally disrobed and starving for one another. Impassioned, they rolled through the sand, locked in a lovers embrace that enjoined not only their longing spirits, but the universality of timeless love itself. In and unending symphony of unselfish beauty they brought each other to the brink of passionate ecstasy, only to withdraw much as the sea from its earthy host. The cycle of ecstasy continued until, in one blinding moment, the became enjoined ultimately, and with the rush of the winds, their passions exploded across the seas of time in the harmony of the heavens. Then, just as her Mother had conceived in ages past, so too did she, feeling the warmth of his essence fulfill the desperate yearnings she had suppressed through the ages. As their passions ebbed, she allowed herself the luxury of his intimate embrace until his spirit begrudgingly fled. Through the night she held his lifeless form and sang songs of tomorrow as the peace within her flowed through time. The early light of morning would find her a free spirit, dancing through the stars on her way home. His corpse would endure the ravishes of the morning tide to eventually drift out to sea and vanish. And for one night, the world would know peace.