4 comments/ 64013 views/ 10 favorites The Convent Ch. 01 By: sintax Moira Lyttle was a classic Irish lass. Her flame-red hair fell in wavy rings to her waist. Her body was lithe, her skin milky-white and free of blemishes beyond a light dusting of freckles at shoulders, on the tops of her flawless breasts, and across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green and piercing. Any boy caught in her gaze would immediately be smitten. Unfortunately, all of these wonderful traits were to be forever hidden away from men. With her father dead at a young age, and her mother unable to pay for any type of college, at the age of 18, Moira found herself being whisked away on a northbound train to a remote convent. She'd been told that the Mother Superior was a distant relation, some kind of umpteenth-removed cousin. Most girls would have rebelled at this. Run away, gone to the city, and made half a life for themselves working as waitresses and what-have you at dead end jobs. But Moira had been raised in the country, and raised to obedience towards what her betters told her. She was quiet and unobtrusive by nature. When her mother helped pack away her bags, Moira had silently helped, hugged her goodbye, then boarded the train with ticket in hand. The train ride was uneventful. Moira dozed fitfully, and awoke when she felt the temperature dropping. She put on her gloves and huddled into her coat, staring out the window as the train passed through farmland and empty moors. It got colder and colder, and Moira watched as the window slowly began to frost. When she arrived at the Lake Seelie station, she was the only one to get off the train. She stood on the platform with her one suitcase, pulling her wool coat tighter around her and watching her breath freeze in the air, she wondered how she was going to get to the convent. As far as she could tell, there was no real town anywhere nearby, just a platform between two hills with a bramble thicket on the other side of the tracks. As the chill was beginning to set into her bones, she heard a car pulling up. Lifting her suitcase and walking to the end of the platform, she saw an old, much-maligned station wagon. It coughed and sputtered to a stop. The door opened a out stepped the figure of a nun. Moira could smell cigarettes as the nun used the door as a fan, trying to air the smoke out of the car. Moira noted that she wasn't actually wearing a full habit, it was a more casual, "nun in training" affair, though at being a severe, heavy dress with mini-habit to cover her head, it was a far cry from the jeans and sweater that Moira had grown up wearing. The nun turned, and Moira was surprised. She'd expected an old woman, or at least someone her mothers age, but this was a girl, who couldn't have been more than three years older than Moira at best. She had mocha skin that was too dark to be a tan, not that she could've gotten one in Northern Ireland in the dead of winter, and strands of thick, rich brown hair were slipping out of her habit here and there. When she looked at Moira she smiled instantly, as if they were old friends reuniting instead of new acquaintances. "Mother Superior doesn't allow smoking," she said. "So I have to sneak in a faggot when I can." She winked at Moira conspiratorially, and Moira felt a warm rush in her stomach at instantly being treated like a bosom buddy. "You are Moira Lyttle, right?" asked the dark girl. "Yes," Moira said, sticking out her gloved hand. "I'm Seetha," replied the other, giving her a firm handshake, "Or Sister Seetha, once we're around the others." Seetha hefted Moira's bag suddenly and tossed it into the back seat. "Hop in," she said. Moira had barely closed the door before Seetha was rushing off down the road. Sister Seetha had her window open despite the cold, obviously to remove the last vestiges of smoke. She chatted away a mile a minute as they drove. "I don't usually smoke, but in the winter, it just gets so goddamn cold (don't worry, I'll say a few Hail Mary's for that later) and it just warms me right up. Of course if we had a little rum or something at the 'vent, that would do it too, but it's drier than Hell itself in that place, not a drop to be found." Moira realized that Sister Seetha's immediate openness had bound her. She knew that she would probably have some moral imperative to share this information with the Mother Superior, but Seetha was so trusting of her that Moira instantly knew she would never do it. Once Seetha rolled her window back up, the car began to warm. Outside they passed through a seemingly endless stretch of frosty green grass. "I know what you're thinking," Seetha was saying. "Isn't there any kind of civilization out here? There's actually a small town about ten miles south of the station, it's where we get supplies." Seetha talked through the whole trip, and Moira occasionally chimed in, though mostly she just listened. The abbreviated version of Seetha's life seemed to be that she was of mixed Indian and Welsh heritage. Her father had been a wealthy Welsh noble, and her mother an attractive maid of mostly Hindi descent, although how far back it had been since her family had emigrated to the UK, Seetha didn't know. Her mother had died in childbirth, but it seemed that the noble had had a soft spot for his illegitimate child. Unfortunately, when Seetha was nineteen, her father had gotten married, and suddenly the bastard daughter wasn't quite as welcome in the house. Try as she might to fit in, Seetha was a rebellious girl by nature, and it wasn't long before the new woman of the house had had her packed off to the convent. Coming around a corner, Moira found herself looking out across a long, narrow lake. It was set in a deep valley of grass and rock, and to the north a small river was barely visible feeding the lake. Deep, cold mists rose randomly throughout the valley, almost preventing Moira from seeing the castle. She gasped at the sight of it. It was tall, and clearly ancient. There was a high wall about thirty meters away from the castle itself, and as the car passed through the front gate, Moira noted that it was mostly ruined and torn down in places, in contrast to the castle's spotless facade. It had two high towers rising out of either corner of it's western wall. The southern tower was wide, about ten meters across, while the northern tower, which was easily the highest point on the castle, was merely two across. The main structure of it was long and and broad, and had what appeared to be a new roof (new in the sense that it was probably made only four hundred years ago, as opposed to however old the rest of the castle was) that resembled the points and arches of a major cathedral. Seetha gave Moira a brief history of the castle. "It was built about six hundred years ago, and became a convent in the 1500's, which is why it's one of the few castles this far north that hasn't been completely destroyed by time. They put the new roof on in the 1600's, sort of their only attempt to make it look more like a house of God than a fortress." Seetha looped the car around behind the castle, where a simple aluminum shed had been placed in more recent years. As they pulled in, Moira noted that most of the shed's cluttered interior held gardening equipment, with barely enough space to squeeze in the old wagon. Seetha got out, and Moira wrestled with her bag. She was led in through the back door of the convent. They made their way through a twisting maze of cold stone passages. They'd been recently paneled in wood, trying to increase the insulation, but it was still cold enough inside that Moira could just barely see her breath. Moira spied a modest dining hall through an open door, and about forty women and girls, most in full habits, a few in the "training-nuns" that Seetha wore, preparing for dinner. They went up several flights of ancient, sturdy stairs, and coming down the end of a long hallway, stopped at a door with an ornate cross set into it's center. Seetha drew herself up, checked to make sure she her clothes were not overly rumpled, and knocked on the door. "Come in," came an old woman's voice. Seetha opened the door and peeked around the corner a bit before opening the door all the way. Moira followed her into an office that had obviously been refurbished recently. I was much warmer here, and Moira suspected that good deal more care had been taken with the insulation here than in the cold, drafty hallways they'd passed through. Behind a large, elaborate desk in an antique leather chair sat the Mother Superior. Moira had been dreading this moment. She feared that she'd be here, spending the rest of her days in the company of some cruel lizard, but one look at the Mother Superior and she knew she'd been wrong. Her eyes, partially obscured by small, thin reading glasses, were kind. Her face was pale and elegantly wrinkled by age, the crinkling at the corners of eyes and mouth evidence of a lifetime of broad smiling. Other observations were useless, since the rest of her was lost inside of her habit. "You're Moira Lyttle? Bethany's girl?" asked the Mother Superior. "Yes, Mother Superior," Moira replied, nodding her head. "You look nothing like your mother," the Mother said, smiling. "But that's not a sin." Moira smiled shyly. It's true that her mother was a bit of a frog, but she'd never heard anyone else come as close to saying it, let alone a nun. "Well," said the Mother Superior, standing up. "It's about time for supper. Sister Seetha, take Moira to her quarters and get her changed, then come down to dinner." Seetha again led Moira through the halls, and Moira began to wonder if she'd ever be able to find her way through them without a guide. They came to a long hall with doors on either side. Most of them looked like they hadn't been opened in years. "All of the other Sisters live on the floor above this, but they were all full there, so I've been living on this floor alone for years now." Seetha opened a door and led Moira into her room. "This is actually my room, but all the others are filled with old junk and clutter, and we have to clear one out for you. In the meantime, you'll be here with me." There were two beds in the little room, and on the bed that Moira reasoned to be hers lay a set of clothes like Seetha's. A long, light blue dress, white, long sleeved blouse, and one of the little black and white hats with the train behind that Moira realized she didn't know the name of. "Well," said Seetha, "put it on! We don't won't to be late for supper." Moira glanced to her side, and saw Seetha leaning against the wall behind her, looking out the window. Moira mentally chided herself fro her modesty, this was a nun, after all, and took off her coat. She quickly stepped out of her jeans and sweater, and noticed how suddenly colder the room was. "What are you wearing," she heard Seetha say. She turned and looked behind her. Seetha was looking directly at her, in particular at the lacy, cream colored satin panty and bra set that Moira wore. Moira stammered, not sure of what to say. In truth, it was her only pair of underwear that was at least slightly decorative, but they weren't really all that immodest. "Nuns don't wear things like that," Seetha said, going through the dresser that had been placed next to Moira's bed. "It's plain cotton for you from now on." She pulled out a simple set of grey cotton undies and white bra, and handed them to Moira. Moira turned around, and before she could do anything else, she felt Seetha's hands on her back, unhooking her bra. Moira froze, but once Seetha had undone the hooks, she backed away, and Moira relaxed, removing the bra. "Turn around, Moira," Seetha said with a laugh in her voice. "I have to make sure you don't have any piercings or tattoos or anything." Blushing, Moira turned to face her. The cold air in the room assaulted her pale, pink nipples, turning them into painfully hard pebbles on the tips of her breasts. Seetha leaned over and took a close look at each nipple. "Okay, they're clean." Blushing even deeper now, Moira slipped on the cotton bra. She pulled her panties down quickly, and reached for the cotton undies. Seetha said nothing this time, but Moira could feel her looking. Moira's mound seemed to warm from Seetha's gaze. Her mons was very pronounced, rising in a gentle curve and pulling in on her slit, the apex of it a deep cleft over her clit, like the round hole where peach stem meets fruit. Her pubes rose in a stripe one inch wide directly above her mons, and went for about three inches before terminating in a clear line. The individual hairs were orangey-red in color, and tended to grow towards the center, giving the appearance of being carefully maintained, although it was perfectly natural. Moira was a sexually naive girl, and had never taken a razor or scissors to her pussy. When she'd put on the underwear, Seetha helped her into the dress. It was heavy, but surprisingly warm, and Moira was grateful for it. Seetha again led her through corridors towards the dinning hall. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll learn your way around soon enough, it just takes a little time." They arrived just as everyone else was leaving. The Mother Superior made quick introductions to everyone as they shuffled out, and Moira doubted she'd remember any of the names the next time they met. Seetha and Moira had a supper together, sitting at the end of one of the long tables. Although the room was not that large, it seemed giant with the just the two girls eating and the rest all empty benches and tables. Eating late, they said a quick prayer in the now empty chapel, and then went upstairs to go to bed. They changed into their sleeping clothes, which were simply long, flannel nightgowns to keep the cold out, and then crawled into their individual beds. Moira curled up under the covers, raising her knees to her chest inside of her nightgown to try and conserve warmth. Fortunately, the blankets were thick, and it wasn't long before she warmed up. She was just drifting off to sleep when she heard a rustling next to her. She opened her eye and turned her head, looking to Seetha's bed. Seetha's back was turned to Moira, and her covers had fallen down to her waist. Moira couldn't quite see what was going on, but she did see Seetha's arm moving back and forth. She moved without any definitive rhythm, occasionally stopping, then starting again very quickly. She gasped quietly, made a low groaning noise and sped up for about fifteen seconds. Suddenly she rolled over so that she was on her side, facing Moira. The covers bunched up, hiding everything below her navel, but Moira could see that her hand was between her legs. Moira looked up and saw that Seetha was staring at her, her brown eyes shining in the darkness. Neither said anything. Despite the cold, she could see sweat beading Seetha's forehead and cheeks. Moira lost track of time, her eyes locked onto Seetha's. Eventually, Seetha closed her eyes, her breathing slowed, and she slipped off to sleep. Shortly after, Moira did the same. ----------------------- They woke the next day, and Seetha made no mention of her activities of the night before. Dressing silently, Moira snuck a quick peak at her temporary roommate, but Seetha's back was turned. Moira felt guilty as a rush of excitement swept through her body. Seetha's bra was plain and white, like Moira's, and she was picking out her underwear. Her bottom was full and luscious. When she bent over to slip a pair of navy blue cotton panties on, her vagina pushed between her full thighs, and Moira turned quickly away. They went to morning mass, and Moira stumbled through the services. Despite being quite religious, her Moira and her mother had lived far from any church, and only occasionally managed to go. The breakfast afterwards was plain but warm and hearty; eggs, potatoes, some bacon, and the last tomatoes left over from the previous year. Moira conversed quietly with her fellow nuns, noticing that most of them were much older than she. It occurred to Moira that even though she'd never questioned it before, it was quite unusual for a young girl to enter a convent these days. After breakfast, Moira, Seetha, and a few of the other nuns cleaned up. Seetha seemed to have been appointed as some sort of guide for Moira, and she directed her through the clean up, telling her where the dishes went, how much soap to use, and generally what to do. Moira followed the instructions immediately, easily slipping into her life long role of the obedient girl. The water in the kitchen was cold, and when they were finished, her hands ached numbly. Seetha looked over and saw her reddened fingers working like claws. "Oh, Sister," she said. She reached out cupped Moira's hands in her warm fingers, then tilted forward and blew hot breath onto them. She rubbed them a bit longer, then slipped her gloves out of her pocket and over Moira's numb hands. They walked through the corridors, and Seetha began giving her the full tour. On the western side of the convent was a garden. The ground was mostly frozen solid at this point, and the dirt was empty, save a few late green onions and chives here and there. "In the spring, summer, and fall we work here a lot, planting anything we can get to grow," Seetha told her. "Of course, in the winter, there's not much to do with it." They walked around the castle, and Seetha showed her the path down to the lake shore. "We can fish here in the summer, sometimes." Seetha lead her north along the pebbly beach. She pointed out a looping path that made it's way towards the woods at the north part of the lake. "That path runs through the woods and to the moors beyond. It follows the river for a ways." She turned and looked at Moira with a sideways stare. "There are some great pools in that river, on the rare summer days when it's hot enough, they're perfect for swimming, if the Mother Superior doesn't catch you." Moira decided that Seetha didn't really fear angering the kindly old matron, she simply didn't want to disappoint her. "But it's far too cold now," Seetha continued, looking away up the lake. As if to reinforce that point, a light snow began to fall. They turned back, and by the time they'd passed through the outer wall heading back to the castle, it was falling in thick flakes, and had already started building up on the frozen ground. Seetha and Moira helped prepare lunch, and then spent the rest of the afternoon touring the inside of the castle. "The north tower is closed off, and the south one is mostly storage. The place is actually quite small once you learn your way around." Moira looked up at the vaulted ceiling of the main hall. "I doubt that," she said. There really wasn't much to do there in the winter, save prayer and reading. "I know it seems boring," Seetha told her. "But in the summer there's so much to do outside that it's almost like being at camp." They went to the room next door to Seetha's. "We'll have you your own room in just a few hours," Seetha said. They opened the door and were confronted with a wall of dust, cobwebs, and furniture. They tried. They began by shoving as much of the large objects and furniture into the other empty rooms, but were hampered by the fact that those rooms were just as full, if not more so, than the room they were attempting to clean. They uncovered layers and strata of junk, some relatively new (a bicycle with a banana seat, a roll of hessian wall weave, a Mickey Mouse piggy bank) and some clearly dating back to the earlier days of the castle (a sword, an unstrung balalaika, a musty but obviously expensive tapestry). They were only about a third of the way finished they heard the dinner bell ringing, it's deep, hollow tones resonating around the cold castle air. The Convent Ch. 01 After dinner they went to evening service with the rest of the nuns, and Moira found herself remembering forgotten prayers and the tunes of hymns a bit easier now. Walking back to the dormitories, Moira glanced out the window. In the hours the snow had been falling, it had piled up in heaps and drifts throughout the yard. The outer wall was practically hidden, looking more like a large, uneven ridge of snow with blocks of stone peeking out under the overhangs of ice. Seetha stopped on the stairs and looked out the window. Moira stood one step down, looking out with her. "Looks like we'll be snowed in for a few days..." Seetha said. "There's a man in town with a plow, but we're low on the priority list for plowing." Moira looked at her in alarm. Seetha laughed. "Oh, don't worry, we've got plenty of food. We're not going to starve or anything." Their room was now deathly cold, much colder than it had been the night before. After stepping out of her shoes, the thin rug did little to keep the chill of the stone floor from Moira's bare feet. The girls put on their flannel nighties with all speed, and quickly jumped into their respective beds. Moira moved her legs under the blankets, trying to warm up, but as heavy and insulating as the goose down comforter was, it had been sitting in the col room all day, and soaked up nothing but the freezing air. "Does the upstairs floor have heating?" Moira asked. "Yeah, and better insulation too. The Mother Superior said they're going to fix up this floor for living this summer. Of course, that doesn't help us now." "That's not fair, the others have heat, and we've got nothing." "Well..." Seetha said. There was a rustling of covers. Moira rolled over to look at her. Seetha was standing on the carpet between the two beds. Her nightgown hung from her shoulders and full breasts to the ground. "We have each other." She stepped forward. "I'm warm, you're warm, together, we can be warm." Moira said nothing as Seetha lifted the covers and slipped into bed next to her. "It'll be just like a sleep over." "I've never been to a sleep over." Seetha snuggled up close to her, and Moira could feel her heat. Seetha slipped one of her calves between Moira's, and she was grateful for the warmth. "You've never been to a sleep over?" "I didn't really have any friends. I lived far away from everyone. Just me and my mother, really." "No friends?" Seetha paused. "No boys?" "No one lived nearby." "Well... boys aren't all they're cracked up to be." "I really wouldn't know." There was a long pause. Over the course of their conversation, Seetha's face had grown steadily closer. Moira could feel her warm breath. The tips of their noses were nearly touching. "Would you like to know?" With surprising speed, Seetha's mouth was over hers. It opened easily, and her warm, wet tongue darted between her lips. Moira didn't fight it at all. She opened her mouth and accepted the kiss, reveling in the sensation of living, foreign object invading her. Seetha rolled over on top of her, forcing her waist between Moira's thighs. Moira's hands gathered up fistfuls of Seetha's shoulder length hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Seetha's hands were on her cheeks and jaw, pushing in, opening Moira's mouth even wider. She broke away and looked down at her. "Are you okay with this?" She asked. Moira's eyes bore into her. "Don't stop." They kissed again, deeply, alternatingly fast and slow. Their kisses fluctuated from violent to passionate to tender to loving and through the entire spectrum of emotion. It seemed to Moira that she was making up for her entire life of not knowing what kissing was with one epic snog. One of Seetha's thighs pushed inward, and Moira's nightie bunched up to her waist. Seetha quickly pulled it up and over Moira's head. Not even bothering to unhook it, she drew Moira's bra up over her head, but instead of taking it all the way off, she wrapped it firmly around her wrists and the bars at the head of the ornate iron bed frame. Moira's breasts were flattened against her chest, but Seetha took care of that, tonguing her nipples fiercely, then sucking in as much of her breast into her mouth as she could manage, and pulling it up. Moira wrapped her slender legs around Seetha's hips, and she responded by grinding against her as she sucked. Seetha switched to the right breast, and Moira groaned, arching her back. Seetha slipped one hand under her and held her up, while the other squeezed and cupped her left breast. After a few minutes of that, Moira pulled away and slipped her hands from the impromptu bindings. She pulled Seetha back up and kissed her again. "Seetha..." Moira breathed. "Yes?" "Show me... what you were doing last night. I want to see." Moira slipped her hands under Seetha's nightshirt, and hooking her thumbs in the elastic waistband, drew her panties down in one swift motion. She sat up, and Seetha matched her motions, ending up leaning against the foot of the bed. "Show me." Seetha pulled her nightie up and held it at her sternum. Moira stared with fascination at Seetha's dark thatch. Her hairs were thick and full, making a broad triangle above and around Seetha's cunny. There was a heavy, musky scent in the air. Seetha slowly slipped one hand down, while using the other to hold up her nightie, giving Moira a good view. Her fingers played through the dark hairs, occasionally she pulled on tufts of hair, but mostly she just rubbed the top of her mound. With each downward push, her pussy lips opened a little bit more, and, despite the darkness, Moira could make out a glistening liquid there. Finally, Seetha slipped a finger inside of herself and gathered up a bit of that girl cum. She brought the now slickened finger up to the top of her vagina, and with a series of gentle prods, pokes, pinches, and pushes, coaxed her clitoris out of it's hood. She lightly circled it with her finger, then moved in and pushed at it's sides, eventually working up to directly manipulating that most sensitive part of her. Moira hunched forward and watched with rapt fascination. Seetha shuddered. "It's cold, I need to get back under the covers." She lunged forward, and ended laying next Moira. "But I wasn't finished. I want to see more." "It's too cold." Moira looked crushed. Seetha took Moira's hand. Moira could feel the sticky juices coating it. Seetha pulled it under the covers and brought it between her legs. She pushed her mouth to Moira's ear and whispered, "You can feel it while I do it." She began to slowly frig herself then, slipping two fingers quickly in and out of her pussy as Moira's hand cupped her sex, feeling the movements. Neither Seetha nor Moira closed their eyes. The stared at each other's faces, the only parts of them not hidden under the covers, as Seetha worked herself into a frenzy. Moira slowly began to insert her fingers with Seetha's, feeling that wet tightness closing completely around her, and being surprised at the sheer force of constriction it had. Slowly Seetha pulled her hand out, until Moira was working her alone. She was clumsy at first, but quickly picked up the basics. She learned the pleasure of watching the look on the face of her lover as she stimulated her. Seetha's brow knitted, and her eyebrows arched up until it almost looked like she was pleading for something. Her mouth opened as if forming an 'o', but no sound escaped. Her breathing was quick and heavy, and it jumped suddenly when, by happy accident, Moira curled her fingers up and hit her g-spot. Sensing the change this produced, Moira began to push at it directly. It was when she brought her thumb up to simultaneously mash against Seetha's clit that her orgasm started. Her previously silent mouth now emitted a deep, throaty moan. She lurched forward, and Seetha wrapped her arms around Moira's head and neck, closing her thighs around her hand, and bucked her hips wildly, holding her tight against her. Moira worked her hand fiercely inside Seetha's rapidly tightening pussy, refusing to let up. Seetha's entire body shook, and then she exerted her superior strength, rolling over so she was on top of Moira again, and kissed her. Once her orgasm finished she began to kiss her way down Moira's body, slipping under the heavy comforter. "What..." Moira began to say, by was cut off by Seetha practically tearing away her panties and beginning a relentless regimen of rubbing, preparing Moira's mound. "This isn't how I wanted this to go," Seetha was saying, though Moira hardly paid attention. She was going crazy with the new sensation. "I wanted to make you cum first. It just didn't seem fair, a girl as beautiful as you never having cum." With those words she brought her full lips to Moira's sensitive pink folds. She licked her from the bottom to the top, burrowing her tongue into the furrow which hid and protected Moira's virginal clit. She found it quickly, and with one flick of her tongue, pushed away the hood. She widened her tongue and covered Moira's clit without. Moira shuddered and tried to sit up, the feeling of her clitty enveloped in that foreign wet warmth was almost too much. Seetha put a hand between Moira's breasts and gently pushed her back down, maintaining an ideal angle for a powerful tonguing. Moira writhed and twisted under her strong hand as Seetha held her in place and explored the folds and crevasses of her untouched vagina. Rivulets of Moira's girl cum where coating her thighs. She opened her eyes and looked down, but Seetha had pushed the coverlet up to Moira's chin, obscuring her view. Moira pulled the blanket even higher over head, and looked down. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the almost perfect darkness. Her knees were pointing up, and her thighs inscribed a 'v'. At the top, between the two points of this metaphorical 'v' was Seetha's perfect, coffee and cream colored, heart shaped ass. At the bottom of that 'v' was Seetha's head, her mouth open and tongue furiously mapping the contours of her sex, which was just hidden from view by the curvature of her mons. Seetha's eyes looked up from her work and fastened on Moira's. There was electricity in their gaze. This pushed Moira over the edge. She began to come, orgasming for the first time in her life. Her limbs seemed unnatural, she couldn't remember how to move them anymore, so they flailed ecstatically. Her nerve endings were a complex jumble of competing pleasurable signals. When she got her arms under control, she grabbed the back of Seetha's head and pulled her in hard, feeling the tender flesh of her privates mashed between Seetha's teeth and her own pubic bone. She closed her thighs and held Seetha tightly, bucking her hips and tightening her stomach muscles as the orgasm abated. Moira panted, shuddered, and lay limply. She didn't put up a fight as she felt Seetha lift her legs higher. Nor did she struggle as Seetha inserted a finger deep into her. It began to hurt, but Seetha's finger was narrow enough that it did not rupture her hymen. Seetha worked it around in slowly widening circles, loosening her up. She slipped a second finger up and rubbed them up and down Moira's slit, coating them with come. Moira looked down at Seetha. "Are you ready?" Moira looked down and nodded weakly. Seetha put the two finger into her until she hit the blockage, then, with a sudden motion, jammed them into her as fast and as far as she could. Moira held a pillow against her face and screamed into it. There was a tearing sensation, and a quiet noise that was undeniably a wet sort of 'pop', and then the worst of it was over. Moira hugged the pillow to her chest and sobbed raggedly. She looked down at Seetha. "Don't worry," she said, looking back at her. "I'll kiss it and make it better." Seetha made good on her promise, dipping her tongue into Moira's folds again. When she slowly drew her fingers out, Moira found it didn't hurt as much as she'd expected it to. Seetha slowly moved in and out of her at a snail's pace, letting Moira get used to the sensation. She was surprised by how quickly the feeling became pleasurable, but that edge of pain was still there. Over the course of ten minutes, Seetha worked her fingers in and out in a steady pace, occasionally licking and kissing Moira's sore cunny. When her orgasm came again, it was tender, and Seetha lovingly sucked her clitty through the course of it. Afterwards, she slid delicately up Moira's body and kissed her on the mouth. Moira could taste her own juices, and could tell from the lightness of them that she didn't have the full musky quality that Seetha had. Seetha lay her weight down on Moira and pulled the covers up around their necks. Moira cradled her head in the hollow of her neck. Their thighs were between each others legs, and both could feel the pulsing heat of their pussies against each other. Moira snuggled up to her new lover, feeling the heavy warmth pressing against her body, she turned Seetha's head towards her. They had a deep, loving kiss before drifting off to sleep. The Convent Ch. 02 They finished cleaning out a room for Moira after a week. They slowed the task as much as they could, not wanting to give up the secret pleasures they had at night, but there was only so much that Sister Seetha and Sister Moira could do, and when the task was finally done, they moved Moira's bed into her new room. They had planned out how they would get away with it after not sharing a room. They'd found a dusty but functional wind-up alarm clock while cleaning out the room, and using that, they'd set it early and sneak into each other's beds at night, have their fun, then fall asleep in each other's arms. It wasn't long before they settled into the two roles of the relationship: Seetha, being a few years older and much more experienced, was the dominant one; and Moira, with her naiveté and virginal looks was the submissive. Their roles were easily found in the ways they chose to sex. It was more like Seetha was bending Moira to her will than a communal act. Two nights after finishing cleaning, Moira snuck quietly into Seetha's room and set the alarm for five in the morning. She lifted the covers to get into bed when Seetha stopped her. She was sitting upright in bed, the covers crumpled at her waist. Moira could see that she was naked, her dusky skin standing out against the white sheets in the darkness. "Take off your nightgown." Moira obeyed without question. The winter storm that had brought them together had passed, but it was still cold out, and much of the snow still hadn't melted. Moira's nipples began to harden in the chilly air, until they were puckered and almost pained by their firmness. Moira looked at her lover, and noted that her nipples were hard too, sticking out of her breasts like dark little ziggurats. "Take off the panties..." Seetha said, trying to keep her voice level. Seeing Moira this close and not touching her was torture for both of them. She watched as Moira unquestioningly slipped off her plain grey panties. As she bent over, her thick, wavy red hair fell past her shoulders, so long that it was easily brushing against the floor. She stood upright again. Seetha allowed herself a few more moments to take in her beauty. Her skin was so pale and creamy that it became luminous in the night. As opposed to shining, it seemed instead to soak up the moonlight and then glow. Her pink nipples were pale, perfect smudges on her small but perfectly formed breasts. Not for the first time, Seetha felt a bit jealous of her. Moira's body seemed to be all willowy gracefulness and slender lines, while Seetha thought of her own womanly, curvaceous hips and swelling bosom as awkward and top heavy. Seetha lifted the covers. "Get in, quickly." Moira jumped eagerly into the warm bed, giggling like a little girl under her breath. Seetha quickly wrapped her arms around her and rolled her onto her back, straddling her and kissing her without hesitation. Their tongues met and fenced briefly, until Seetha slipped past Moira's teeth to explore. Cupping Moira's cheek with one hand and her left breast with the other, Seetha began to grind against her trapped hips. She could feel the sparse, crinkly hairs and Moira's generous mons rubbing against her exposed labia. She kissed her more deeply and angled her hips back. Slipping one hand between them, she peeled herself back, exposing her own clit. She then rubbed hurriedly against Moira, pushing her swollen clit against her flesh and relishing the sensations it brought her. She knew that Moira wasn't getting much out of it right now except for the kisses and fondling, but Moira's turn would come later. Right now, Seetha needed to come. When she felt it building, she brought her hand up, still wet with her own juices, and pressed it against Moira's mouth. She used the other to hold the girl still, then bucked her hips quickly, but with complete control, for a few tense seconds, using Moira's body as a warm object to grind on, moving like an animal: pure instinct. Her aching clit got her going, and the orgasm came crashing down onto her. She froze, her ass in the air, her back arched down, pushing her breasts against Moira. After a few motionless seconds, Seetha exhaled slowly and collapsed onto her girlfriend. They lay quietly under the covers for some minutes. Seetha suddenly rolled over to her side and pulled Moira into her lap, spooning and pulling the covers tight around them. Moira sighed and snuggled back against her, enjoying the feeling of Seetha's soft breasts pushing against her spine, and her knees tucked up under her thighs. Even if she didn't come tonight, Moira thought this would still be a night well spent, cradled like this. Fortunately, Seetha wasn't done. She slid her left arm in the space between Moira's head and the pillow, then hooking it around to squeeze her breasts. Her left hand stroked Moira's back and then worked it's way lower, teasing her buttocks, and finally slipping between her thighs to cup her sex. Moira sighed and pushed her head back. Seetha lifted her own head, and brought it down, resting cheek to cheek on Moira. She began slowly rubbing, pushing her fingers against Moira's swollen lower lips. Eventually she was flicking her fingertips at the top of Moira's slit, gently coaxing her clit out of hiding. When she slid her middle finger in, Seetha matched the motions with her tongue in Moira's ear. She squirmed under all the stimulation, and Seetha tightened her grip against Moira's breast. She put her right hand on autopilot, slowly and evenly sliding her middle finger in and out of Moira's now dripping pussy, and concentrated on her ear. She probed the upper folds of it with her tongue, explored all the whorls and delicate furrows, and ended by biting and gently tugging at her lower earlobe. Moira squealed and giggled throughout, but definitely enjoyed it. Returning her attention to the matter at hand, Seetha slipped her ring finger in as well and increased the speed of her thrusts. Moira began to sweat. She was bucking her hips against Seetha's hand, and getting the best out of the aerobic nature of sex. Seetha wanted to posses her, to fill her completely. She slowly began working her a third finger in as well, but Moira gasped and quickly reached down, pushing her away. "It's okay," Seetha breathed into her ear. "No," Moira replied. "It's too much. Not yet. I'm not ready." Seetha sighed and squeezed Moira's breast tightly in her hand. Since their first night together, Seetha had taken great joy in pleasuring her lover, but her fear to let herself be taken any fuller than she already had was frustrating, to say the least. She resumed with just two fingers, thrusting quickly until she'd brought Moira to orgasm. Snuggling tightly together, fitting like two holdout pieces from a complex puzzle, the girls fell asleep. --------------------------- The Mother Superior smiled, looking over the room they'd cleaned out for Moira. "You did a wonderful job, girls," she said. "You'd never know this room was only just recently unopened for a solid decade." "Had it been that long?" Moira asked. She was genuinely surprised. "Yes, but that's nothing. Parts of the cellars haven't been opened in centuries." The Mother Superior was silent then, lost in thought. "You know... it's not as if there's anything else for you to do... Sister Seetha, Sister Moira, I'd like you to clean out the cellar. With this cold winter, I can't think of a better task to keep you indoors. Besides, you've proven yourselves to be a great team." Seetha almost laughed at that, but felt a small pang of guilt. She knew the Mother Superior was such a trusting, sweet old woman, that the thought that anything untoward might be happening would never even cross her mind. "We'll do our best, Mother Superior," Seetha said. She led Moira down the long empty hall of the castle turned convent. They went down the broad, winding stairway, when they passed the door to the ground floor, it got suddenly colder, but then warmed up again. Moira had never been to this part of the castle before. Seetha opened the cellar door and turned on the lights. The cellar was not spacious, but it was warm, hot, in fact, due to the furnace that sprawled like an iron monster against the central wall of the room. Moira tugged at her cuffs, unbuttoning her sleeves to try and cool off a bit. "This room looks plenty clean..." Moira said. It was true, as the room was almost bare. "Yeah, this is just the furnace room," Seetha said. "It's clean because we wouldn't want anything down here to accidentally catch fire from that thing," she explained, pointing at the central heating unit. "Not that the castle could exactly burn down, but, y'know, better safe than sorry," she explained. She walked across the room to where a solid, ancient door hung to the left of the furnace. It was dusty and groaned as Seetha began to tug on the handle. "Come help," she called to Moira. "I don't even know when the last time this was opened was." They gripped the ornate iron handle and heaved with all their might. After a couple of seconds, the door made a popping sound and pulled out for them. "I bet it's been a while. I think the castle had settled this door into it's frame," Seetha said. The next room was dark, lit only faintly by the glow of the furnace. They went back and got some flashlights and candles, then went back in. This room was almost as hot as the boiler room, as the furnace's back side was up against their shared wall. They played the beams of light over everything, but it was hard to get a good feel for the room. They lit as many candles as they could and put them on a couple of large candelabras that stood by the door. "No lights?" Moira asked. "No, I think they passed this room over when they wired the convent for electricity." As their eyes slowly adjusted to the dim but brightening room, they began to pick out the details. The room was cluttered, to be sure. Not as cluttered as the rooms in their hallway in the dorms had been, but still messy. Their were easily paths to walk around in here, whereas the unoccupied rooms had presented a solid wall of impenetrable junk. Piles of artifacts of unknown origin seemed to have accumulated like sand dunes in parts of the room, giving the place an almost organic untidiness. It wasn't as dusty as they'd feared it would be, Moira sneezed once, but didn't feel the urge again after that. They spent a few minutes just wandering around the wide room, examining the objects that had arrived there over the centuries of the castle's existence. Much of it seemed impossibly old, older even than many of the things they'd found in the upstairs rooms. "Well," Seetha said finally, "I guess we're just putting off the inevitable. Let's get to work." They started pulling the piles apart, trying to organize them into groups of useful objects, things that could possibly be worth something, and rubbish. "We need trash bags," Moira said, after they been working for an hour. hey were both sweaty now, and slowly losing energy. It was only mid afternoon though, and they had some time before supper would be called. "Let's get some." They ran upstairs and headed towards the kitchen, but Seetha tugged Moira's hand towards the back door instead. "Let's get them from the shed. After all that hot work, a few seconds in the cold should be refreshing." They ran outside through the path in the snow towards the work shed, giggling. The cold was still intense, and they could feel it hitting their bare legs under their dresses, a pleasing draft, to say the least. Inside the shed, the bags were on a high shelf. Seetha moved a ladder over and climbed. They were high up, and she had to stretch hard to reach them. Suddenly, it felt much draftier than it had previously. Seetha swiveled her head around to see that Moira had lifted her dress and was looking underneath. Seetha laughed as Moira's hand tickled her panty-clad bottom. Seetha turned around so she was leaning her back on the ladder and lifted her dress. Looking down, she could see the large black snow boots she was wearing. Against her bare legs, they made her look like, well, a dyke. Moira seemed to be having the same thoughts as she tightened her fingers around Seetha's leather encased ankles. She let her hands travel up Seetha's legs, stroking and lightly pinching as they went. Seetha grinned down at her. Moira's face was only a few inches below Seetha's pussy, and reaching up, she peeled the cotton down, revealing the ever-ready folds beneath it. Moira leaned forward and inhaled deeply. She hadn't yet eaten Seetha out, but it seemed right to both that now was a good time. She let her tongue flick lightly across the quickly warming slit. She teased her like this again, but didn't have the patience to manage this for long, and she was soon buried in Seetha, her small nose pressed just above her clit, her tongue buried as deep as she could get it. Seetha loved it. Her young lover's inexperienced but enthusiastic tonguing was hitting all the right spots, and the extreme heat building in her pussy was contrasted by the cold air that surrounded her bare legs. Moira greedily drank in all the musky juices that Seetha could give her. She was so wrapped up in the joy of pleasuring her that when Seetha's orgasm came it caught her completely off guard. Suddenly the girl-cum was just pouring out of her. Moira opened her small mouth as wide as she could and put it over as much of Seetha's convulsing cunt as possible, sucking furiously. Seetha slid down the ladder, and wrapping her arms firmly around Moira's neck, kissed her deeply, tasting her own flavour on the lips of her lover. Her arms lowered, holding Moira's waist tightly, and lay her down on the freezing cold hood of the old station wagon parked in the shed. She lifted Moira's dress and crawled up on top of her. She pushed her panties to one side quickly and began to frig her with one finger. Not for the first time, Seetha marveled at the sheer wetness of this girl. On her best days, with her best orgasms, Seetha never got half as wet as Moira did when she was just a little bit aroused. Her finger slid inside easily, and Seetha kissed her passionately. She pumped in and out for a few minutes, occasionally flicking Moira's clit with her thumb, then carefully worked in another finger. Moira winced, and Seetha could feel her tightness closing in on her. Seetha readied a third finger, but when she tried to push it in, Moira's hand was suddenly there, stopping her. "Not yet," she whispered into Seetha's ear. "I can't." Seetha sighed dejectedly, then continued with the two fingers already inside her. She quickened her pace, and pressed her body close against Moira's, penetrating as deeply as she could with just those two fingers. Moira's face was tightened with pleasure. She wrapped her hands around Seetha's shoulders and buried her face in her neck. She cried out when she came, and the sound was muffled against Seetha. Readjusting their undergarments, the girls picked up the trash bags and returned to the castle. The cold air helped them compose themselves after their tool shed quickie. They were heading back into the musty room when Seetha noticed something. She'd been glancing the furnace, idly wondering how old it might be as they passed through the door. She suddenly found herself looking at a wall that was much closer than it should be. When the light had been poor at their first entrance, it'd been easy to miss, but now that she saw it anew, it was clear that the room was almost a third again smaller than the other. If the walls were even, their should have been another few meters of wall against the furnace, but their wasn't. True, this was an old castle, and floors didn't have to match up exactly... but Seetha couldn't shake the feeling that there was another room. She shared her thoughts with Moira, and once they were in the other room, they went to the far wall. Seetha was half hoping for a hidden door, or a secret passage, but in truth, the door was there, and plainly visible. Well, almost. It was mostly concealed by a large pile of furniture the girls hadn't yet begun to organize. Most of it was chairs; huge, ancient, heavy things of oak and other imposing woods. They were ornately carved and decorated, and judging by the deterioration of the thin leather seat coverings, centuries old. If they were any indication, the door behind them, which was just as ornately carved, hadn't been opened in hundreds of years. They heaved the door open and thrust one of the candelabras into the new room. "Wow," Moira said. "This isn't a cellar... it's a dungeon." It was true. The room was larger than they expected, and probably had a bit more of an underground system than they'd thought the castle contained. The far wall had a few more doors leading to smaller rooms visible through the barred windows set a foot from the top of each entrance. More than one of the doors had deteriorated almost completely. But the cells weren't really the interesting thing. The rest of the room was clearly a torture chamber. There were a few odd devices against a wall, things the girls recalled from history lessons as Iron Maidens and other paraphernalia. There was a raised fire pit on one side of the wall, and a rusted assortment of what had once been branding irons and the like were leaned against the bricks. There was a low platform there with thumbscrews, truncheons, flogs, and a whip that was so ancient it had cracked in two. The center of the room was dominated by an elevated table on a winch, which was resting at a forty-five degree angle. It was festooned with braces of iron and straps of leather that were surprisingly well preserved. They spent a few minutes peering around before Seetha said, "Let's light a fire." They gathered up the split pieces of wood from the fallen cell doors and piled them in the fire pit. Seetha went to boiler room, and using a hefty pair of iron tongs ignited a plank in the furnace, then brought it back to the torture chamber. The fire was hardly necessary for heat, as the furnace was close enough to provide the room with plenty warmth, but it did cast a good bit of light on the room, aiding their flashlights and candles. Once the fire was going, the room grew hotter. Seetha unselfconsciously slipped her dress off, leaving herself only in a white linen shirt, panties, and her black snow boots. Moira followed suit, and once her dress was off, Seetha was upon her. She wrapped her arms around Moira, kissing her passionately, and putting one hand in the small of her back to pull her close. They backed slowly across the room. Moira tugged at Seetha's shirt and lifted it off, revealing her plain white bra. They continued to move haphazardly across the floor until they were suddenly against the fire pit. Seetha sat down on the surrounding bricks, Moira in her lap. The hot stones were just on the verge of burning her bottom, and her back was quickly drenched in sweat from the proximity of the flames. Seetha loved it. Moira was soon tugging at the hooks of Seetha's bra, but she pushed her away, and rising her hips briefly off the rim, slipped her panties down. She pushed Moira off of her lap, gripped great handfuls of her thick red hair, and pulled her to her crotch. Moira was obedient. She let herself be pulled into those waiting folds and buried her tongue without hesitation. Steadying herself with one hand, Seetha put the other on the back of Moira's head and pushed her, grinding her head hard. Moira fastened her lips around Seetha's waiting clit and sucked fiercely. Seetha jumped at the almost painful over stimulation, but then slouched a bit lower, letting her lover continue. Moira, kneeling on the stone floor, ran her hands up Seetha's inner thighs to her open, waiting pussy and thrust two fingers in. Seetha gasped out loud, then muttered "Good girl," under her breath. Moira worked hard to please her, relishing the sounds of arousal she made. The Convent Ch. 02 Seetha bent over, her bra-restricted breasts caressing the top of Moira's head, and slipped a hand down Moira's open collar to squeeze and pinch her nipples as she worked. Moira worked harder as a result, very lightly biting Seetha's tender clitty in response. The first bite sent Seetha over the edge, her whole body shook and she clamped her thighs around Moira's head, grinding hard and refusing to let her free. After she was finished, Moira sat back on the stone floor, her legs immodestly spread, her mouth and chin sticky with Seetha's juices, watching as her lover slid off of the fireplace to lean her back against the hot stones. They looked at each other in silence for a while. Eventually, Seetha felt a rush of energy, a burning need to take and own Moira's body. She stood up quickly and extended a hand to her. With her help, Moira stood. Again they were close, standing, kissing, a tangle of arms and legs. Moira was still wearing her panties and shirt, but she stepped out of her boots now. All Seetha wore was her bra and boots. She kissed her hungrily and led her across the floor again, backing her up against the forty-five degree table in the center of the room. She leaned against it, pining Moira beneath her, kissing her constantly. Her right hand found Moira's left wrist and held it tightly, raising it up until she found a strap she could trap it with. She tightened the ancient leather suddenly against her, then backed away. Moira's eyes pierced her with their intense green gaze, but there was little fear there, just arousal and need. Seetha lifted her other hand and secured it as well, then put Moira's ankles in two iron shackles at the bottom of the table. Moira bit her lower lip and smiled at Seetha. She was enjoying this. Seetha pressed herself against the table and kissed her. She slipped a hand up under Moira's shirt and cupped one breast. Slipping her hand suddenly down, Seetha caught the waistband of Moira's panties with her fingers and pulled it quickly down. When it reached the point where Moira's spread legs went farther than the elastic could stretch, the band snapped, and Seetha tossed the torn panties contemptuously on the fire. She lifted Moira's shirt and tucked it up above her shoulders. Moira's breasts were firm and perfect, and she hadn't worn a bra that day. Seetha grinned at her began to lick, suck and bite at Moira's breasts. Her pale, delicate flesh quivered under the onslaught, and her bubble gum pink nipples hardened quickly. While doing this, Seetha began to rub Moira's pussy. Her hand moved quickly, pressing against the swollen mons, forcing small rivulets of girl-cum to run in sticky trails down Moira's bare thighs. Seetha slid down and let her tongue work it's way up into Moira, testing the waters. She could tell that Moira was fully aroused, hornier than she'd ever been before. Seetha guessed that the bondage was what was really doing it for her, her naturally submissive nature running the show. Seetha stood up then and put her hand back. Moira was so wet that slipping two fingers in was ridiculously easy. Seetha frigged her quickly and steadily. Moira leaned out against the bindings on her arms and panted. Her breasts were now spotted with sweat, and heaved with her straining breath. When she felt the time was right, Seetha began to work in a third finger. Moira's eyes flew open. "No," she said. Seetha kept going. "Please," Moira begged. "I'm not ready." Seetha leaned in close, her lips brushing lightly against Moira's. "Trust me, you're as ready as you'll ever be. Now is the time." Moira's beautiful features writhed, and judging by her eyes she was close to tears, but she didn't beg anymore. Seetha worked steadily, rotating her wrist a bit, and carefully, one knuckle at a time, worked the third finger all the way in. Moira had been holding her breath, and she let it out now with a ragged, half sob. She was very, very wet, but that only helped a little as far as her natural tightness was concerned. Any way you looked at it, Moira had a very small love hole, and three fingers was quite a challenge for her. It took a while, but eventually Seetha was able to thrust in and out with relative ease. Moira began panting again, and began enjoying it too. She was finally relishing the feeling of being so stretched out, so open. She could feel air hitting parts inside of her where it had never been before, and it was driving her wild. Suddenly, Seetha was putting her pinky in as well. "No, that's too much!" Moira shouted. She struggled and twisted, but, old as they were, the leather straps held, and nothing could be done to free herself from the iron at her ankles. There was, however, plenty of play in her torso, and Moira had always been a supple girl. She turned her torso quickly, and Seetha couldn't keep inside. She kept moving, preventing reentry. Unfortunately for her, the table was equipped to handle such an event. Seetha swung across a wide, half-crescent band of iron that pinned Moira completely. It had clearly been designed to hold a man, and it was narrow and confining, chafing against the womanly flare of Moira's hips. She was trapped again, and Seetha wasted no time in putting four fingers deep into her quim, assaulting her pussy with full force. Moira writhed and screamed, and enjoyed it and hated herself for it. Her submissive sexuality couldn't help it, much as Seetha's dominant tendencies caused her to enjoy the violation so much. Little by little, Moira began to enjoy it again. With four fingers in her, Seetha could accomplish wonderful things. She spread her fingers wide in the tight, wet confines between Moira's legs. She twirled them quickly around, stroking Moira's inner walls and rubbing against her g-spot. Moira groaned as Seetha worked, letting whatever pain she experienced come out in her cries. Her pussy felt almost like it was tearing, and she could feel the lubrication that had now drenched her mound and thighs. Seetha suddenly stopped and pulled out. She looked closely at her lover's sex, which was quivering and pulsing automatically now. Seetha smirked and picked up a truncheon from the stack of torture tools. Moira looked at it with fear. "Don't worry," Seetha said. "I'm not going to hit you with it." She held it by the handle and inspected it carefully. It was perfectly round, two inches across, and a little over a foot long, four inches of which was the grooved handle. It was clearly ancient, but it was very well preserved. The wood was very smooth, and Seetha supposed that it had been oiled and well-maintained before the dungeon had been locked up. After making certain that there were no slivers hanging off of it, Seetha brought the rounded tip against Moira's thrashing cunt. She rubbed the tip at her opening, then turned it around, stroking Moira with the entire length of it, getting it nice and slick with her juices. Moira was leaning out away from the table. Her eyes were half closed. She looked lazily at Seetha, and was not so mellowed out by the sex that the thought of being fucked by that thing didn't scare her somewhat, but still, she knew she wanted it. Seetha bent over and parted Moira's labia with one hand, and she could feel the hard tip of the truncheon against her. She bit her lower lip and strangled a scream as it was pushed inside of her. The feeling was incredible. It didn't spread her as far as Seetha's four fingers had, but it was so much longer, and as it was gently and lovingly inserted it with slow, even in-and-out strokes, Moira felt new depths inside of her opening up. It felt like her insides were rearranging themselves to accommodate the invasion, and some new reserves of lubricant were suddenly squeezing out around the handle, surrounding her clit, soaking her pubes, and dripping with wet splashes on the inclined surface of the table. As the wetness increased, her body got used to the penetration, and Seetha began to move in quicker strokes, until she was pounding away at Moira's vagina with wild abandon. Moira's orgasm was building. Seetha kept it moving quickly, and never took it all the way out. There was an internal pressure building in Moira's canal, and it felt like a hydraulic pump was mounting inside of her. Seetha pulled it out but for a single inch, held it still, then thrust in quickly, burying it to the hilt with one thrust in a half second. Moira's orgasm met it with an intense rush. She could feel long dormant muscles straining and clenching at the tool, the smooth surface of the wood filling her. A hoarse scream escaped from her throat, and as her orgasm continued, Seetha began to rotate the truncheon quickly inside of her, sustaining the climax. Moira's whole body shook as sweat dripped from every inch of her, mingling with the love juice between her legs. When the orgasm finally abated, Moira leaned back against the table with her eyes closed. She could feel Seetha struggling to work the mechanism of the table, and noticed with only half a mind as it was lowered to a level surface. She was only dimly aware of the lower straps being undone. She opened her eyes and watched as Seetha slipped onto the table between her legs and put the grooved handle of the truncheon, still lodged deep inside of her, into her own pussy. She didn't have the energy to participate much as Seetha ground against her, burying the club between them. She looked on in blissed-out half awareness as Seetha rode and rubbed to an orgasm of her own. When she was done, Seetha undid the final straps around Moira's wrists, then lay down half on top of her on the table. She kissed her tenderly. "You're okay, aren't you? I mean, it didn't hurt you, did I?" In response, Moira wrapped her arms around Seetha, kissing her passionately, sending her tongue deep into her lover's mouth. When she broke off from the kiss, she carefully kissed Moira's earlobe. "Thank you," she whispered.