6 comments/ 73457 views/ 23 favorites Convent From Hell By: AGreyFoxxx Inspired by the erotic comic Convent Of Hell by Ricardo Barrierio and Ignacio Noe. * (written from the female perspective) "Son of a bitch!" I cursed as I swerved off the road to avoid a collision with a good sized buck, sliding off the road into a snow filled ditch. Luckily enough the impact wasn't sufficient to set off the air bags. Neither myself, nor my 18 year old daughter Zoë were injured, thank God. But here we were in the middle of the Adirondack mountains, attempting to escape Roger, my abusive drunken husband, our car firmly stuck off of a back road in the middle of a blinding snowstorm. "You OK?" I asked as I unbuckled my seat belt. "Oh, yeah!" she answered, clearing the sleep from her head as she shook it. "What happened?" "Bambi tried to thumb a ride!" I said, angry at the mess I'd gotten both of us into. "I think I saw a driveway a short distance back. Maybe we can get some help?" "What about your cell phone mom?" she asked, staring out of the window at the unending whiteness of the landscape. "No service out here!" I said, flipping it open and closed. "Lets walk! I think it's our best bet." I was right! About a hundred yards down the road was an old stone gate. I could barely make out the house atop the hill, but a house there was. It was huge! It almost looked like an old hotel or someone's palatial estate gone to seed. As we approached the stone facade , I noticed a single window on the third floor showed a glimmer of light. 'Thank God!' I thought to myself. Someone actually lives here! I rang the bell and waited, anticipating a long interval before the person on the third floor could make it to the front door. To my surprise, it opened almost immediately. Another surprise! The person who opened the door was wearing a nun's habit! With an oversized rounded wooden cross hanging from a rope around her neck. "Can I help you? " she said softly. "We...ahh..ran off the road and were wondering if we could use your phone to call a tow truck." "Oh, dear. We don't have telephone here." she replied apologetically. "Please come in out of the weather." she added seeing the accumulation of snow on our heads. "Sister! Please go get the Father. " she said to a younger woman dressed as she was, down to the heavy cross. "Follow me, please." she added before turning to go through a wide doorway to our left. We entered a large room filled with rough hewn, heavy tables arranged in a semi-circle. At one end was a massive fireplace, logs burning brightly, throwing out an amazing amount of heat. In front of the fireplace was a large odd shaped stone table. I was beginning to wonder about this place when my thoughts were interrupted by the nun asking if we wished to take off our snow covered coats. She left with our coats and was immediately replaced by another cowl-robed Nun who stood aside and said virtually nothing. There we stood, basking in the warmth of the fire, I in my boot cut jeans and a form-fitting flannel shirt that made the most of my small, but full breasts, Zoë in a baggy college sweatshirt that didn't hide her generous chest and a pair of hip huggers that left little to the imagination. I really wasn't thinking fashion when we bolted from the house leaving Roger passed out on the couch. I tried to engage in small talk, but the Nun wasn't picking up on it. The silence was deafening, so we stood and soaked in the heat until the door re-opened and a tall, dark haired gentleman in similar attire to the nun entered with two more nuns in tow. "I imagine that your clothes are as wet as your coats. If you will follow the good sisters, they will show you to your rooms and get you something warm and dry to wear." Off we went, to separate rooms in what appeared to be a dormitory attached to the great hall. Zoë and two nuns into one room and I with the other two into one further down the hall. The room was large with a queen size, four poster bed in the middle of it. Without a word the two nuns began to undress me. "Thank you, but I think I can do this myself." I said, slightly unsettled by the enthusiasm that the two girls exhibited while trying to disrobe me. Don't get me wrong! I'm no prude, but I wasn't comfortable with the casual way they were touching me as they had started to unbutton my blouse. As soon as I was down to bra and panties, one of the nuns disappeared with my clothes. The other walked behind me and started to unclasp my bra. "That won't be necessary!" I snapped, put off by the brazen act. "But surely they are damp too?" she answered apologetically. "They'll be just fine, thank you!" I replied, softening my tone a bit. "I'm afraid they won't be!" came a voice from behind me. Turning quickly, I saw the Father standing in front of the door. Too enraged to be embarrassed, I said, "Excuse me?" "Don't be too harsh on the girls. They're just following my orders." he said, a warm smile on his face as stepped closer. "Well, I think you need to order yourself right out of this room now!" I said defiantly. Getting very nervous, I stepped back until I felt the bed against my calves, the wooden frame cold against my warm skin. He, just as quickly, stepped forward placing his hands on my bare shoulders. Immediately, I felt a jolt run through my body, centering itself on my breasts and pussy. Looking into his soft, brown eyes, I felt fear, but at the same time I felt a growing need. I was afraid of what this man was going to do to me, but also a desire for him to do it. "I...I think I want my clothes back! We...we need to leave!" I said, my voice trembling. "I'm afraid that's not possible." he said, the half smile still on his face. "As we speak, your clothes are stoking the fire in the great hall." "What? How dare you! I demand that you let us leave at once!" I said, the anger rising in my voice. "If you wish, you may leave right now. But, keep in mind, in your present state of dress, you, and your daughter, will freeze to death in a matter of a very few minutes." His voice was still gentle, but had a steeliness that let me know he meant what he said. "You will stay here as my guests. And you will subject yourselves to my whims. You will find yourselves doing things that, in a million years, you would never have imagined. And you will do them willingly!" With that, he slid my bra straps off my shoulders, the bra falling away, my breasts exposed to the chill in the room, and to his lustful gaze. I raised my hands in motion of modesty, but his hands caught mine, keeping them from covering the taught nipples that stuck out from my chest, inviting him to partake. "34B's? They look delicious!" he said as he lowered his head to my left breast. His soft lips brushed the dark pink nub and again a jolt racked my 36 year old body. I felt fresh wetness seep into my panties as his lips surrounded my nipple. I let out a long low moan as my hands twined into his dark curly hair, holding him to me as he suckled. I felt his tongue rasping against the stiff nub of my nipple, sending more shockwaves through my body. His tongue wandered across my chest, down the slope between my breasts and up the other side, latching on to my right side. "Oh God! That feels so good!" I whispered throatily as his lips and tongue ravished the other nipple. "Just wait!" he said, dragging his tongue down my belly, tongue fucking my navel as he tore my panties from my hips. My hands still holding onto his dark curls pushed his head further south as my pussy discharged again, drenching my inner thighs with my musky essence. I heard a low animalistic growl as his tongue parted the neat triangle of hair pointing toward the swollen lips of my pussy. I rolled my hips, in hopes that his tongue would penetrate me, but he continued to tease me, coming ever so close to my clit, but pulling away at the last moment. Knowing that letting him go any further was not in my best interests, my brain told me to make him stop. After all, I am a married woman, albeit in an unhappy relationship. But that didn't make this right. My mouth opened to protest, but all that came out was, "Stop teasing and fuck me! Please? Please?" I couldn't believe I had just said that! He gave me no time to change my mind. I felt his tongue slip up inside me, heard him slurp up the copious juices that his attention and touch had created. I watched as my fingers tangled in his hair and pressed his face deeper into the swollen flesh of my pussy. His nose was pressed against my clit, his fingers digging into the globes of my ass, his tongue unbelievably deep in my cunt as he feasted on the warmth of my womanhood. All I could do was moan as I felt another orgasm building deep in my gut. I felt a finger press against my anus. I opened my mouth to protest the invasion of my rear end. Again, although my brain said no, my mouth said "Shove your finger in my ass! Make me cum! Please?" I felt, more than heard him laugh at me, his face smothered by the wet folds of my cunt. But he did as I asked, and more! I felt a second finger enter me, triggering another wave of ecstasy, my pussy weeping more musky perfume, coating his face from nose to chin. He pulled his face from between my legs, pushed me backward onto the bed, standing between my open thighs. A young nun appeared behind him, taking his robe. He stood over me, letting me take in the sight of his nakedness. His dark curly hair, handsome chiseled features, perfect abs, trim six-pack. I thought: Damn, he's gorgeous! And he wants me! To hell with fidelity....and Roger! Then my eyes focused on his crotch. There jutting out from his loins was a monstrous, almost grotesque looking penis. He was the size of a small horse. Well over eight inches long, as thick as my wrist. It looked more like it belonged on a dog than a man. Raw pink, pointed, definitely not human. A look of horror spread over my face as it dawned on me what he was about to do. My brain screamed 'NO!' but my voice said, "Fuck me! Cum in me! Breed me!" He smiled as he stepped forward, aiming that 'thing' at the entrance to my womb. I stared into his eyes, mine pleading for mercy, but to no avail. He pressed the pointed tip between my well lubricated, swollen cunt lips, smiled that sweet smile, and pushed forward slowly. I could feel the hard shaft stretching my opening, squeezing inside, filling me up. I thought I was going to die. It hurt so bad it brought tears to my eyes. I looked up at his face as he sank deeper into my willing, tight cunt. His eyes hardened. The corners of his forehead grew lumps, distorting his handsome features. Small horns emerged from the lumps. They seemed to grow as he fed me more and more of his cock. His smile changed as well. His perfectly formed teeth seemed to sharpen as I watched. His groomed fingernails assumed a clawlike appearance, digging into the soft flesh of my small breasts. I felt his cock bump into my cervix. I'd never been so completely filled in my life. The pain was excruciating! I gazed down at our conjoined bodies, realizing that he was not fully inside me. My discomfort was obvious, as was his enjoyment of my pain. The warm touch of his hands on my breasts gave way to the pin pricks of his nails as they dug into my flesh. I tried to tell him that he was hurting me, but, as before, the words in my head did not come out of my mouth. "Fuck me! Abuse me! Make me your cum-whore!" He grunted back at me and thrust his hips harder and faster. I felt his cock push through my cervix, well into my womb, the pain making me cry again. His balls banged against my swollen puss lips as his eyes rolled back in his head. Announcing his orgasm with an animalistic roar, I felt the hot syrupy liquid pump deep inside me, spurt after spurt, filling me with his seed. Coinciding with his eruption, my cunt clasped around his shaft, milking the remains of his cum, and insuring that none of it was wasted. This last orgasm left me limp, totally drained. I felt relief when he withdrew his cock from the depths of my womanhood. But my relief was short lived as he grabbed my hips and rolled me over, presenting my ass to him. Still a little light headed from my ordeal, it didn't dawn on me what he was about to do. With my ass upraised, I felt his tongue swipe up and down the crease, starting at my overloaded clit, running down my leaking lips, sucking up the cum that was oozing from my just violated cunt, and worming its way into my ass. I tried to escape the invasion, but his hands were firmly clasping my hips, holding me in place. His tongue drove deeper. I wanted him to stop this disgusting act, but the words would not come. I was again relieved when I felt his tongue slip out of me, but, as before, one depraved act followed another. He fkipped me over, bringing his hands to my face and thrust his cum soaked tongue into my mouth. Revolted by the act, I wanted to spit him and the dregs of his unholy fuck out of my mouth, but instead sucked hungrily on his tongue, moaning in ecstasy at the combined flavors of his cock, my cunt , and my ass. Turning me over again, my ass upraised in invitation to more depravity,I felt the slim tip of his cock against the tight bud of my ass as he slowly pushed it inside. It was both thrilling and uncomfortable, as I'd never had anything larger than a finger in there before. When he violated my cunt, at least he introduced it slowly, but not this time! As soon as I felt my muscles give way to the hot, slick member's slim tip, he rammed the full length into me, making me scream in pain. His clawlike fingers dug into my hips. I couldn't escape either his cock or his hands, so I endured the assault. The pain began to subside as my sphincter adjusted to the unsolicited invasion of my bowels. Had it not been for his monstrous girth, it might have been pleasurable. Tears were streaming down my face, both from the pain and degradation. I tried to plead with him to stop, but again the words I wanted to say came out all wrong. "Fuck my ass! Split me open! Fill me, God-damn it!" As if in response to my demand, I felt his cock expand inside me. I could feel the searing heat as his member spewed its contents deep in my colon. He howled again, digging his fingers into my hips as he emptied himself again, using me as a receptacle for his lust. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt him pull out. The excitement of having endured this ordeal immediately gave way to horror as he spun me around and pressed his still dripping penis against my lips. I clamped my jaw closed, not permitting him entry. Try as he liked, all he accomplished was the painting of my lips with the dregs of his just completed violation of my rear end. Holding me in place, he looked hard into my eyes. The evil smile spread across his face. "Did you know your daughter is a virgin?" he asked. "No!" I replied through gritted teeth. Not allowing him to trick me into opening up. "Oh, yes! She has been a very good girl. You are to be commended for bringing her up well. Especially in today's environment. But that will all change very shortly." The implied threat made me wide-eyed, but still defiant. "As we speak, two of my daughters are preparing her for a special ceremony. It's not every day that I get to impregnate a virgin." "Please don't!" I pleaded. "I'll do anything you want, just don't take her against her will." In a gesture of good faith, I opened my mouth, indicating my willingness to pleasure him orally. Slipping the cum slickened tip past my teeth, he replied, "You will see for yourself how much she begs me to take her from girlhood to womanhood." The saltiness of his seed and the acrid flavor of my nether region, combined with the invasion of my throat, made me gag as he sawed in and out of my face. His hands firmly holding my head, barely allowed me to breathe between thrusts. "It will be enjoyable to watch your bellies grow! I've never done a mother and daughter on the same day before. And just like you, she will tell me how much she wants me to fuck her! To breed her!, to defile every orifice in her young body" Then he laughed as his balls banged against my chin and he began pumping more of his evil essence down my throat. He pulled out before he was done, and, aiming his still pumping hose at each breast, coated my nipples with a blast of warm, sticky cum. I sat up on the bed, noticing for the first time that the walls were covered with mirrors. I could have watched my degradation from any number of different angles. There I was dripping sperm from my ass, my cunt, the corners of my mouth. I was coming to the realization of the predicament I had gotten both of us in to. When I heard his voice. Looking up from my dripping breasts, I saw him turn on his heels and head for the door. "Bring her, as is, to the great hall, where she will help me in the defloration and breeding of her daughter!" Convent From Hell Ch. 02 Inspired by the erotic comic Convent Of Hell by Ricardo Barrierio and Ignacio Noe. Zoë was a little nervous, at first, being separated from her mother, but the two young nuns did their best to make her feel more relaxed. Small talk about the weather, what it was like out in the secular world, that sort of thing. They introduced themselves as Sister Margaret and Sister Tabitha, both novitiates. They wore white habits rather than black, like the older nun, but both carried the wooden crosses, with the short hilt and long gnarled stems, like old smoothed out tree branches. The three girls entered a small room, where the nuns proceeded to help Zoë with her wet clothes. But the light banter put Zoë off her guard quickly. The two young nuns explained that Zoë's clothes needed to dry out and apologized for the lack of street wear available. All they had was a novice's habit just like theirs , but without the cowl that covered their hair. Zoë sat on the bed, clad only in bra and panties when Sister Margaret said, "You are a very pretty woman, Zoë. Very feminine, very attractive. Do you have a boyfriend?" "I'm not that pretty! In fact, I think I'm a little fat!" she answered. "And, yes, I do have a boyfriend." "Fat? Heavens no!" said Margaret, "Voluptuous, perhaps, but definitely not fat! What does your boyfriend think of your body?" Thinking the question a little odd, coming from a nun, or a nun in training, Zoë gave her a strange look. Catching the look Sister Tabitha interjected, "Just because we are nuns doesn't mean that we are ignorant of the outside world. We have curiosities and feelings and desires, just like you." A little more at ease, Zoë answered the question as she stepped out of her damp and cold boy shorts . "Bobby has never seen me like this." Incredulous, both nuns looked at Zoë as if she were crazy, Margaret saying. "You mean, you two have never....um..." Zoë finished her sentence. "Had sex? No! I'm saving myself for someone very special. The man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. And I don't know if Bobby is it yet, or not." Tabitha smiled as the words sunk in, thinking 'How right you are! And you don't even know it yet!' Margaret went on, "Have you two ever touched? Played? Made out?" Tabitha approached Zoë, carrying the spare habit. She held it open so Zoë could slip into it. Zoë stood, as she answered Margaret. "Well, sure we have. But fully clothed. Lots of kissing, that sort of thing, but nothing beyond that. Bobby understands and has always been a gentleman" Margaret unsnapped Zoë's lacy bra as Tabitha helped her into the robe, but before Zoë could tie it together, Tabitha's hands cupped Zoë's breasts. "What are you doing?" Zoë said, confused by what was happening. "Admiring your breasts. They're beautiful. Full, ripe, enticing!" Tabitha answered, still holding the lush orbs, her thumbs playing over the thin material covering Zoë's nipples. Zoë tried to push away Tabitha's hands, but found herself unable to remove them. She didn't understand! The few times Bobby had tried to cop a feel, she merely brushed his hand away. With Tabitha, she was unable to move them at all. It was as if Tabitha's hands were magnetically attached. The gentle massaging of her nipples was making her tingle. The warm feeling emanating from her chest was something she had dealt with before, especially after an intense session with Bobby. But this was different! There was a warm sensation radiating from her pussy as well. She felt a level of wetness that was foreign to her. Sure, she had gotten damp before, the result of necking with Bobby, but this? This was more intense! It was like an itch! And she was compelled to scratch it! Her hand dropped to her full red-orange bush. Her fingers gently stroked up and down, her middle finger finding its way between her lips. She was confused. She didn't want this to happen, but seemed powerless to stop it. Tabitha leaned in, burying her face in Zoë's cleavage while her hands gently kneaded the soft fleshy melons on each side of her face. A moan escaped Zoë's lips as she grasped the back of Tabitha's head, the middle finger of her other hand now knuckle deep inside her wetness. Tabitha gave her a slight shove and Zoë fell back upon the bed, her legs splaying as she landed. Tabitha stepped between them, dropped her robe on the floor and lay down on top of Zoë. They lay there, pussy to pussy, breast to breast, and to complete the connection, Tabitha pressed her lips to Zoë's. Surprised at the suddenness Of Tabitha's advances, Zoë opened her mouth to protest. But, instead of telling her to stop, Zoë sucked Tabitha's tongue onto her mouth. The two kissed deeply for over a minute, Zoë moaning at the tender urgency of Tabitha's touch. Tabitha broke the kiss, trailing her lips down Zoë's neck, shoulder, over the swell of her breast, drawing lazy circles, with the tip of her tongue around her areola, before finally latching on to her nipple. Zoë let out a moan as her hand cradled Tabitha's head, and through half closed eyes watched Margaret shed her habit and walk to the bed, joining the twosome. Zoë noticed the now prominent belly of the young nun, thinking to herself, 'Oh my God! She's Pregnant!" Margaret leaned in and kissed Zoë's other breast, gently chewing on the needy nipple. "I....I didn't know you were...pregnant!" she panted, "How? ....How did it happen?" "I'm carrying Father's baby" she said, momentarily letting go of Zoë's nipple. Her hand traveling down, caressing Zoë's belly, before cupping her waxed pussy, her middle finger grazing the young girl's dampening lips. "You mean.... the Priest?....He's...the father of your baby?" Zoë exclaimed, getting more and more turned on by the attention of the two young cleric's. "Of course! He's the only male here! He serves us all, just as we serve him!" Margaret said as her finger slid just inside Zoë's vaginal lips. "He feeds us. He clothes us. He keeps us warm. We, in turn, satisfy his hunger, his need for breeding, cater to his enjoyment." Ill at ease with this revelation, but enjoying the attention of the two naked nuns, Zoë lay there, holding Tabitha to her now aching breast, moaning as Margaret's fingers replaced hers, explored her now weeping sex. Unable to control herself, Zoë reached for Margaret's face, pulling her near, and kissing her deeply. Margaret responded by grasping Zoë's other breast, kneading it gently as their tongues fenced back and forth in each others mouths. So engrossed with Margaret's attention, she failed to notice Tabitha releasing her nipple. Tabitha moved lower down, her tongue darting out and teasing Zoë's engorged clit. Zoë moaned into Margaret's mouth as she almost involuntarily opened her legs and ground her hips into Tabitha's face, smearing her musky juices all over the nun's lips. Margaret broke the kiss, trailing her tongue down Zoë's throat, latching onto her left nipple. She pulled and twisted the other, causing Zoë to cry out as her pleasure level increased, far beyond anything she had felt with Bobby. Tabitha continued to suck the tender flesh of Zoë's clit, lathering the nub with the flat of her tongue. Zoë's hips moved against Tabitha's face with increased urgency, her staccato moans growing longer, louder. Zoë bucked and wailed as she experienced a mind shattering orgasm, writhing in ecstasy, warm juices spewing from her slit. Pushing Tabitha's face away and covering her quivering pussy with her hand, she pleaded with the nun to stop. " Its too much! Please stop!" Staring incredulously at the wet sheets between her legs, and panting from the exertion, Zoë added, "Oh my God!....What was that?.... What happened?" Tabitha, wiping her face, smiled up at Zoë, and said, "You just had your first of many, many orgasms, dear. And, I believe you just squirted! Did you like it?" "Oh God, yes...It was...incredible. But...did I pee?" Before turning to her partner, Tabitha said, "No my dear! Just an intense orgasm." To Margaret, she added, "Shall we see how many more we can squeeze out of her?" Margaret answered, "Don't get greedy, Sister. There will be plenty of time for that, later. But perhaps she might be willing to help us attain the same level of enjoyment." Tabitha sat beside the young girl and, between kisses, asked Zoë if she would help them. "After all, we helped you!" she added. Sitting up on the large bed, confused, but feeling a little guilty, Zoë asked, "What would you have me do?" "The same as we did for you!" Margaret answered, sitting next to her, placing Zoë's hand over her Tabitha's plump mound, curling a finger inside. "But...but, what if I do it wrong? I've never done anything like this!" "You'll do just fine, dear. Just do as we tell you." replied Tabitha, guiding Zoë's head to her breast and moaning slightly as Zoë's lips came in contact with the dark pink circle of flesh. While suckling gently on Tabitha's nipple, Zoë's continued to slip a finger in and out of her moist cunt, eliciting moans of pleasure and recharging the air with the scent of her freshening sex. Tabitha stretched out on the bed, still holding the young neophyte to her breast. Zoë, it seemed was a quick study, rasping her tongue enthusiastically against the stiffening nub atop the nun's chest. "Taste me, Zoë! Tabitha whispered, gently pushing the girls head down her belly. "Let me feel your tongue there!" "But....but, I've ...never done anything like this before" she protested. "I'm sure you will do just fine, dear!" Tabitha replied, gently, but firmly pushing the redhead's face between her legs. Zoë planted a tentative kiss on the moist folds of the nun's pussy, experiencing the taste of another woman for the first time. It was soft, salty, different from anything she had ever experienced. The scent was intoxicating. She extended her tongue, pressing the tip between Tabitha's lips. "Open them up! Lick!" Tabitha breathily asked, rolling her hips to get more contact. Zoë wrapped her arms around Tabitha's thighs, gently spreading the outer lips, exposing moist, pink tissue. Using the flat of her tongue, she swiped upward, caressing the soft inner skin, gathering more of the strongly scented liquid seeping from within. Tabitha let out a long low moan. "Yessssss!" holding the young girl close, and rolling her hips, smearing her essence onto Zoë's face. "Deeper! ....Please!" she added, as Zoë licked again. Eager to please, the teen thrust her tongue farther in, feeling the heat, tasting the juices hidden in the soft folds of the nun's cunt. "Mmmmmmm! Yesss!" Margaret whispered some encouraging words into Zoë's ear. Her response was to swipe her tongue up the length of Tabitha's slit and feather her tongue against the nun's swollen, protruding clit, making her groan with pleasure as she held the young girl's face tight to her crotch. Margaret took Zoë's left hand and guided it to Tabitha's outer lips. Zoë slowly pushed two fingers deep inside, caressing the moist tunnel as she surrounded Tabitha's clit with her lips. Tabitha pushed her hips upward against Zoë's face. "Oh God! ...Oh fuck! ...Don't stop! " she panted, "Margaret!...get my cross...please?" Her companion did as asked, handing it to Zoë. "Fuck me with it!" she demanded, releasing Zoë's head from her tight grip. Zoë slid the long end against the leaking lips, letting it slip inside, stretching Tabitha's cunt open. "Ahhhh! Yessss! Deep! Hard! Fuck me!" she demanded. Zoë pistonned in and out, sinking the cross to the hilt before pulling it out and pushing it back in. The glistening wood impaled Tabitha to the point where she babbled incoherently, wanting to cum. Zoë reached out and circled Tabitha's clit with her thumb as she continued to bury the cross in her cunt. This finally sent Tabitha over the edge, wailing in ecstasy as she writhed on the bed, waves of orgasm washing over her. A sheen of sweat, covered her breasts as her breathing returned to normal. Tabitha took the crucifix from her oozing cleft and brought it to her lips, kissing and sucking on the shaft, enjoying the taste of her own juices as she came down from her sexual high. Margaret stood, gathering up the robes, saying, "Father awaits! And you know how impatient he gets!" The three girls dressed and headed for the great hall, and Zoë's ceremonial deflowering. Convent From Hell Ch. 03 Inspired by the erotic comic Convent Of Hell by Ricardo Barrierio and Ignacio Noe. Zoë walked into the great hall, flanked by her two new friends. Surprised to find it filled with other nuns, many having opened their habits, many using their crucifixes like Tabitha had earlier this evening, plunging them in and out of their pussies in an effort to get off. The scent of sex filled the air. They walked down the aisle amid a sea of salt and pepper, a few white habits among a vast quantity of black ones. She turned to Sister Margaret and asked why the distinction of colors. Margaret answered proudly, "White habits like Tabitha's and mine indicate that we have not yet birthed a child for the good Father. After I have my baby in a few days, I will get to wear the black habit. Tabitha will earn hers in about 7 months" Looking down at the off white garb she was wearing, she said, "How many children does he have?" "Hundreds! Many of the girls here have had as many as six children by Father Damien." added Sister Tabitha. "What happens to all the children?" she asked. "Most go to orphanages where they grow to adulthood, ultimately to carry out Father's duties." "Which are?" "To destroy the moral fabric of society, of course! If you look back over the last fifty years, you can see how successful he has been. Unwed mothers, like us, have gone from being social outcasts to being acceptable, all due to Father Damien and his brother's efforts. " Tabitha interjected. "And you think I'm going to join you?" Zoë asked. "I don't think so!" "You have no choice!" replied Margaret, rather sternly. "Your mother has already joined us." Incredulous, Zoë stared at the nun. " I don't believe it!" The two nuns marched the teen up to toward the altar. Tabitha retorted, "No? Look up at the altar! Kneeling beside Father. Administering to his desires" Staring for a moment, Zoë then turned her head away, not wanting to see. But she couldn't deny what she saw and returned her gaze to the scene before her. There, kneeling before the open-robed priest, was her mother, head bobbing up and down, gagging on the most grotesque penis Zoë had ever seen. "Mother?" she queried, unable to look away, but not wanting to watch. Her mother pulled the cock from her mouth, still stroking it with both hands, seemingly oblivious to her daughter's presence. Aiming the tip directly at her face, she continued to slide her hands up and down the spit soaked phallus until Father Damien grunted, spewing long strings of warm sperm onto Zoë's mother's face and hair. "Zoë honey!" her mother said, milking the angry pink penis of the last drops of semen, licking it off her hand. "Isn't it magnificent! And delicious, too." looking up at the priest for approval. Then turning to her daughter, she added, "It seems that I was placed in the local orphanage by Father Damien. Your Gram and Gramps adopted me." "You mean you came here on purpose?" Zoë said. "Well, not exactly! I was kind of drawn here, but I didn't drive this way knowing anything about this place." Interrupting the conversation, Father Damien instructed Sisters Margaret and Tabitha to bring Zoë to the altar. Zoë struggled but the nuns had an iron grip on her. Zoë's mother tried to calm her down, telling her how wonderful it would feel. Secured to the low table, her legs and arms spread, Zoë stared in horror at the priest, as he moved to the head of the table, his long raw pink penis jutting out from his loins, dangling inches from the teen's face. Nodding to Zoë's mother, he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. Zoë clamped her jaw shut, intent on denying the priest the satisfaction of face fucking her. Zoë's mother knelt at the other end of the altar and started to lick her daughter's still damp snatch. Faced with the dilemma of opening her mouth and telling her mother to stop or continue denying the priest entry into her mouth, Zoë held her jaw shut, moaning in protest. The more her mother licked, the more turned on she got, Her mother's touch was like velvet, reminding her of how it felt when Tabitha licked her, turning her moans from protest to ecstasy. She tried to turn off the emotions tied to her mothers ministrations, but found herself losing the battle. Zoë could feel an orgasm building deep within. The more her mother licked and sucked, the stronger it became, until, unable to endure silently, Zoë opened her mouth moaning in ecstasy as she orgasmed all over her mothers face. The moment her lips opened, Father Damien fed the first few inches of his animal-like phallus into Zoë's mouth, hissing "Yesssss!" in triumph. Disengaging from her daughter's cum soaked crotch, Zoe's mother continued to try to soothe her daughters anxiety. "You see, sweety, Father Damien is my real Father. My biological mother was a nun here, years ago." Unable to answer, since her mouth was full, she still understood the horror of her, no their, predicament. Father Damien kept feeding more and more of himself into her mouth, stretching her lips around the ever widening cock. Zoë was disgusted, but still somehow, at the same time, turned on, laying on her back, staring up at the dangling scrotum of her Grandfather! Faced with the choice of gagging on her own drool or sucking on Father Damien's stiff appendage, Zoë sucked and swallowed, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the Priest. Zoë continued to suck, feeling the tip of the cock in the back of her throat, praying silently that it would go no further. Her wish was granted, not by any desire by the Priest to spare her, but by his need to ejaculate. Hearing him sigh just as the prick lodged in her craw expanded, Zoë felt the first spurt of cum pump into the back of her throat. Father Damien slowly pulled out of Zoe's aching jaw, squirting more of his warm seed onto her tongue. The salty bitter tasting cream covered her tongue and filled her cheeks. Having no real choice, Zoë swallowed as much as she could, a small amount seeping from the corners of her mouth. Her mother immediately licked up the precious liquid, followed by a kiss on her daughter's lips. The tender act caught Zoë off guard and she reciprocated before realizing who she was kissing. Zoë turned her head, breaking the kiss. "No, mother! This is wrong!" she said "But, Zoë! We were destined to come here!" her mother protested. "What, so you can copulate with your father? What ever happened to all those talks about me saving myself for marriage? Doing the right thing? Denying myself pleasure so I could be pure for my life-partner!" "But, you will be!" she replied, standing up, straddling her daughter's head. While arguing with her mother, Zoë missed Father Damien taking his place at the foot of the altar. Kneeling between the legs of the young girl, he leaned forward, feathering his tongue on Zoe's exposed cunt lips. The initial contact sent a jolt through Zoë's body. A mini orgasm making her even wetter and setting off an itch that the girl desperately wanted to scratch. "Mother, please ask him to stop!" she pleaded. Her answer was to lower herself onto her daughter's face, smothering the protest. The more the priest licked and probed with his tongue, the stronger the itch became until his touch was almost painful. Zoë began moaning louder, longer, but it was swallowed up by her mothers cunt on her face. Her hips began to involuntarily buck, working to increase the touch, the ecstatic feeling, the buildup to another mind blowing orgasm like the one she experienced with the two nuns. Finally it came! Her orgasmic scream muted by the flesh pressing on her lips and tongue. Unlike the nuns, Father Damien did not stop. He continued to rasp his tongue on her swollen clit. Zoë came again. And again, her cunt on fire, in need of release, but the priests tongue merely adding to the pleasure pain, her juices generously flowing onto his face, dripping down the crack of her ass and pooling under her hind quarters. After what seemed to be an eternity, the priest pulled his face from the soft, wet folds of Zoë's cunt. Zoë's mother lifted off her face, allowing the panting teen to catch her breath. "Was that not the most intense thing you've ever felt?" her mom said. "Well.....I..I... guess so." Zoë said, "But that doesn't make it right!" Father Damien, standing between the extended legs of the pretty red haired teen, said, "Perhaps this will change your mind." Pressing the pointed head of his cock at the swollen, wet lips, he thrust forward, burying most of his cock deep in the tight wetness beneath him. "Ohhh noooo! Please?" Zoë screamed as the priests cock slid into her, stretching the elastic flesh of her birth canal. The initial pain was quickly turned to electric pleasure as Father Damien rocked back and forth, slowly feeding more and more of his monstrous prick into the girl's vagina. Zoë felt, with each stroke, the pleasure building, the itch subsiding. Like successive uses of Bobby's stash of grass, the priests cock was getting addictive. The deeper he plunged, the more she wanted. Her head, still wrestling with the moral dilemma, had not yet been won over. She still found the coupling with her grand-father abhorrent, but it felt so damn good. Her will to resist was fading each time he thrust into her. She felt her hips responding to his movements, rising to meet him, take him deep, feel his length all along her weeping cunt. She felt the tip of his cock bumping her cervix. Looking down the length of her body, seeing a good four inches of his penis still outside of her. She wanted it all inside her, she needed it! How could it possibly fit! Lifting her hips off the table as he pushed in, she felt him push through her cervix. The pain was excruciating, if only momentary. He was completely inside her! He fought the urge to cum, not yet ready to welcome this young woman into his stable. Father Damien smiled at Zoë. She was his! His testicles rested against her plump ass. His penis was completely surrounded by her warmth, her wetness. The base of his cock expanded, much like a dog. He could not be dislodged. Lowering his face to her left breast, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. As she screamed in surprise and pain, he let go, ejaculating a flood of warm, potent semen deep in her cloying cunt. His orgasm triggered hers. Grunting like a wild animal, he filled her with his cum. Her cunt spasmed around his entire length, milking him of every drop of his precious essence as she babbled incoherently. They lay there, motionless, his body pinning her to the table until his cock began to shrink. As it deflated, he rose, allowing it to slither out of her swollen, abused, but satisfied cunt. Kneeling beside him, Zoë's mother looked up and asked, "May I Father?" "Of course, daughter" he replied as she lifted the flaccid member to her lips and slowly, lovingly licked up the remnants of his incestuous fuck with his grand-daughter. " You have done well. You deserve a reward." "Tabitha, Margaret, please clean up and escort young Zoë to her new quarters in the maternity wing. And see to her every need. I will visit her again tonight." Zoë , feeling a strange fullness in her belly, smiled at the prospect of some time with Margaret and Tabitha as well as another mating with her Grand-father.