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Convent of Shame Part 2: A Nuns Descent into Debauchery and Betrayal Part 2 Martha sat on the bed in the Guest room at the Convent of St Angelique high in the Alps far from her home in Nebraska, where she had foresworn a life of materialism and pleasures of the flesh for a life of devotion and obedience. The bed sheets stained with blood and slime bore mute testimony to her ordeal, her simple black robe thrown artlessly across a chair, she sat naked but for her black lace up boots. Her head hung sadly down, and she peered sadly at her bruised and abused private parts between her outspread thighs, from where blood mixed with semen oozed slowly from her. Sister Grace placed a hand on her shoulder, "I heard you, you wanted more." Martha burst into tears, "I'm sorry, Sister, please forgive me." Grace held her close, "We must cleanse your soul, come to the Lady Chapel," Martha reached for her robe. Grace stopped her, "No you must bear your shame for all to see, do not despair, we shall guide you through this difficult time." Grace gently took Martha's hands and placing them behind her back began to wind a bandage around her wrists, tightly so she could not free them, but not so as to cause discomfort, then taking a wider bandage and cotton pads she proceeded to blindfold her. "You will be beaten to remove the devils lusts from your loins, and it is only fair that you know not who chastises you, it is the will of God not the will of earthly mortals that you are so chastised." Grace then unlaced Martha's shoe's "You shall remain naked until the Devil is cast out, do not fear I shall guide you." Grace gently guided Martha down the corridors, the cold of the worn stone floors chilling Martha's feet until they arrived, at the Lady Chapel, a smaller room at right angles to the main Cathedral like Church of St Angelique, with its magnificent golden alter. Beyond the Lady Chapel lay a dressing room for the choir and in a corner a rough hewn cross, fitted securely into a deep socket in the stone floor and allegedly an exact replica of that at Gethsemane where Jesus died. …and then things took a turn
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Convent of Shame Part 2: A Nuns Descent into Debauchery and Betrayal
Part 2
Martha sat on the bed in the Guest room at the Convent of St Angelique high in the Alps far from her home in Nebraska, where she had foresworn a life of materialism and pleasures of the flesh for a life of devotion and obedience.
The bed sheets stained with blood and slime bore mute testimony to her ordeal, her simple black robe thrown artlessly across a chair, she sat naked but for her black lace up boots.
Her head hung sadly down, and she peered sadly at her bruised and abused private parts between her outspread thighs, from where blood mixed with semen oozed slowly from her.
Sister Grace placed a hand on her shoulder, "I heard you, you wanted more."
Martha burst into tears, "I'm sorry, Sister, please forgive me."
Grace held her close, "We must cleanse your soul, come to the Lady Chapel,"
Martha reached for her robe. Grace stopped her, "No you must bear your shame for all to see, do not despair, we shall guide you through this difficult time."
Grace gently took Martha's hands and placing them behind her back began to wind
a bandage around her wrists, tightly so she could not free them, but not so as to cause discomfort, then taking a wider bandage and cotton pads she proceeded to blindfold her.
"You will be beaten to remove the devils lusts from your loins, and it is only fair that you know not who chastises you, it is the will of God not the will of earthly mortals that you are so chastised."
Grace then unlaced Martha's shoe's "You shall remain naked until the Devil is cast out, do not fear I shall guide you."
Grace gently guided Martha down the corridors, the cold of the worn stone floors chilling Martha's feet until they arrived, at the Lady Chapel, a smaller room at right angles to the main Cathedral like Church of St Angelique, with its magnificent golden alter.
Beyond the Lady Chapel lay a dressing room for the choir and in a corner a rough hewn cross, fitted securely into a deep socket in the stone floor and allegedly an exact replica of that at Gethsemane where Jesus died.
Grace guided Martha to the cross where first she place Martha's feet each side of the post before securing her with rough ropes then her hands were first released then tied with more ropes to the arms of the cross.
The first strike of the whip shocked Martha and she screamed but as the rhythm continued slowly, methodically and she heard the prayers said for her she realised the love her sisters felt for her, the prayers continued, the whipping continued in relays but instead of assuaging her guilt they instead inflamed her, her nipples stood out like rifle bullets and her tiny clitoris stood hard and erect peeking out from under it's hood, but even as they worked evil forces conspired to negate their efforts.
Doctor Fischer sat crunching numbers, with appropriate mitigation and passing the donation through multiple accounts and EU subsidies, he kept coming up with the figure of 102% , he would get three hundred and six thousand dollars in Tax offset for his three hundred thousand "Donation" he needed to confirm later but the though of the randy little American bitch whore nun was causing an erection which threatened to impede the steering of his Mercedes, he thought of her bleeding cunt dripping with his cum, and regretted she could not be stitched up and busted again like a Japanese whore.
Fischer studied figures while Martha stayed tied to the cross, they offered her a drink of vinegar the same as Jesus had been offered, but denied her the opportunity to be let down for even a moment so that her legs became stained as she could no loner resist her bladder and bowels need for relief, so as Fischer wallowed in opulent idleness Martha sampled the very depths of depravity.
Berhardt Fischer's fingers trembled as he locked his office door, dialled the Convent's number and asked to speak to the Mother Superior.
Fischers voice wavered as he spoke, he somehow found the will to lay out his perverted desires. The Mother Superior, listened, patiently, she asked him to wait a few seconds as she secured the door, then she returned to her chair, picked up the phone and asked him to repeat his request.
The Mother Superior's robes of red with the dazzling white headpiece richly embroidered with gold looked incongruous as she hitched the hem high around her neck placing her feet on the desk and spreading her knees wide apart as the sheer depravity of the man's ideas turned her on, the handle of her ornate gold paper knife slid easily between her soaking cunt lips and she began to pleasure herself at the thought of what Fischer proposed.
Fischer became agitated his trousers around his ankles he grasped his shaft and was slowly wanking himself as he spoke, he became less and less coherent as he became more aroused and just as the Mother superior herself reached the point of losing control and tipping into orgasmic bliss, his balls erupted sending spunk arcing over the papers on his desk.
Their deep breathing was almost comical as each tried to conceal their recent pleasure, but the following evening was agreed as was the one hundred thousand dollar fee, and the nature of the depravity.
Sister Grace was surprised to find that Martha was to suffer further indignities, and that she must rest, Mother Superior had sent clothing, a tight tee shirt and tiny Miniskirt, with four inch heels on the red shoes. and they took Martha down after over fifty hours of near constant beatings, they laid her on the cold stone floor and washed and scrubbed her, before dressing her as a slut and taking her to a Guest room where she ate heartily and fell into a contented sleep.
The Mother Superior came to see Martha the following Afternoon, She gently wok the sleeping girl and spoke apologetically. "My dear, you have the opportunity to serve once more."
Martha sensed the implications, but did not understand. "How can I serve again, he took my virginity, my honour, I have nothing to give."
Mother Superior steeled herself, "Your tormentor seeks to sodomise you to take and use of the other orifice, which is as yet pure."
Martha went visibly white "He wants to fuck my ass, is that it, how much this time, a hundred thousand, two, well I wont do it."
"A million"
The words hit Martha like a blow from a prize-fighter.
"You fucking take him up your ass." Martha cried.
The Mother Superior shocked her. "I would if he would pay even fifty Thousand, we need the Money." She thought of her Mercedes Limousine now almost two years old and the gold crosses Asprey had on display would not be there for ever.
Martha looked the Mother Superior in the eye "I fucking don't believe you."
The Older Woman looked back peering deep into Martha's eyes. "You are right, but I am old, too old, but you will heal, there will be no lasting harm."
"Then take him like I have, as if to make a child, break your vows for money."
The Mother Superior felt herself become aroused, and spotted a wonderful opportunity, "I shall offer myself as you suggest if you will do my bidding,"
Martha realised she had gone too far, "Please forgive me."
The Mother Superior smiled, of course, but I have agreed, I must keep my word, I shall offer myself to Dr Fischer for one hundred thousand dollars, if he refuses then he may not take you, are we agreed.
Martha nodded slowly.
Fischer arrived, and was ushered to the presence of Martha and the Mother Superior,
The Mother Superior addressed him.
"Doctor Fischer, Martha has made a condition, she believes I am unwilling to do what I ask of her, If you are to take her as you wish, first you must pay a fee of a Hundred thousand dollars and take me to your bed as a Woman."
Fischer looked stern as his heart pounded, the Mother Superior, the most unattainable of all, he often masturbated to her photograph, she was his dream woman, he knew she was young for her role, slightly younger than his fifty five years and as yet untouched he was sure, he would pay a Million, especially as he would get back more than he "Donated" from the EU in tax rebates.
Fisher spoke, such a sacrifice, "I shall pay a million dollars,"
The Mother Superior fainted, from shock some supposed, from lust in reality, and when she woke she left instructions for the Cardinals suite to be prepared for her degradation.
Martha was distraught. "I am so sorry; truly I am the Devils handmaiden."
Sister Grace comforted her, "It is economic necessity my dear and we shall be able to repair the roof and give to the poor this year thanks to your sacrifice."
The Mother Superior worried about her liaison, would he be disappointed, she had not had sex since her affair with Father Andrew ended with his promotion to headquarters three years before. she pondered how to present herself as she followed Fischer into the Cardinals suite, she indicated the bedroom, and locked the outer doors, Fischer allayed her fears and he came up behind her kissing her neck and cupping her breasts.
"I am nor a Virgin," She said, "Did you expect me to be so."
Fischer smiled, peeling off his jacket and trousers and hanging them over a chair back and then removing his shoes, socks and underwear, to stand naked but for his Rolex watch. "Andrew is a friend of mine"
The Mother Superior blushed and slipped the heavy robe from her mature body.
"Do I excite you," she asked somewhat superfluously as Fischer's Manhood strained to the limit.
They embraced, as if it was the most natural thing and slowly they turned and moved to the bed, she sank back and felt the manhood she craved slip elegantly inside her
She spoke quietly "I wanted you so much, I was so hurt when you wanted that slut"
He kissed her nose, "I would have chosen you, over her any day, but you seemed so unattainable and obsessed by money, nothing like Andrew described,"
She raised her head to kiss him, "be quiet and pleasure me properly" she ordered
He asked one more question "What's your name?"
"Rosa, call me Rosa."
Sister Grace ushered the other sisters away from the door of the Suite as the noises of joyful love making became embarrassingly loud.
Later much later Sister Grace came for Martha, "Mother Superior will see you now, she announced as if everything was normal, but as they entered into the Cardinal's suite all was very far from normal, the Mother Superior without her head dress her long auburn hair cascading around her shoulders lay in bed the sheets pulled up around her and her robe discarded.
Martha averted her gaze in embarrassment,
The Mother Superior spoke "Look at me child, I have fulfilled my side of the bargain, see" she slid from the bed revealing the evidence of recent sex running don her leg.
"Your time has been put back, Mr Fischer is exhausted, I shall remain with him until morning to nurse him back to full strength."
Martha felt real shame as she bowed and left the room. Grace followed, locking the door on the outside with the Great Key.
Fischer sat in an arm chair in the Ante room, resting, but as Rosa came for him and she gently caressed his balls he sprang again to full erection and pulled Rosa down to him.
They watched the morning sun rise over the Mountain peaks, Rosa leaning on the window sill of the Cardinal's bedroom as Bernhardt Fischer slowly fucked her from behind cupping her generous tits in his hands, and then passion over, his aching balls drained once again and her cunt leaking the fluids he had filled her with, they returned naked to the bed to rest, tiredness gripped them, their one night of love so nearly at an end and yet the temptation could no longer be resisted and as she spread her thighs his abused prick obediently sprang to life and they fucked once more.
They woke in early afternoon, he lying across her too exhausted to move after the mornings ejaculations, she revelling in his presence, she had decided, she would have him again, they would be lovers, she was the bride of God but when did he last give her an orgasm, he had deserted her she reasoned.
They brought Fischer to ravage Martha later that evening, but his strength and will power crumbled with her unconscious protests, her tight Anus too small and Fischer too exhausted to perform, he even tried fucking her from behind and changing holes in mid stroke but still she resisted him.
The Mother Superior was seriously displaced, Fischer was supposed to ravage the little slut quickly and return to her warm embrace, she hated him for cheating on her.
Sister Grace comforted Martha, "Do not despair my dear, in is Gods way, he moves in mysterious ways sometimes but always for the best reasons.
Martha complained "It was horrible and he could not enter, I am too small for him, I have to go through all that again."
Sister Agnes came up to them and conspiratorially handed Grace a simple wooden box, Grace recognised it and opened the lid to show Martha, revealing a blue velvet lining and tapered wooden rods a foot of so long and in decreasing diameter from some tapering from four to six inches down to one that started like a pencil and swelled to mere Inch yet it ended in a six inch half ball as did the others. A set of shaped rubber plugs nestled haphazardly in a separate compartment .
Grace explained "Sometimes the poor women cannot easily accept their new husbands within them, so the priest will assist them and by using these rods will exercise the muscles and stretch the orifice to pleasurable proportions, this one was used on a young boy just entering the priesthood, hence the addition of plugs but it will be ideal for you."
Grace asked for assistance "Sister Althea, Sister Magdalene, pray assist myself and Agnes to ease Martha's trial.
They stood Martha against the metal frame of THE END
Martha sat on the bed in the Guest room at the Convent of St Angelique high in the Alps far from her home in Nebraska, where she had foresworn a life of materialism and pleasures of the flesh for a life of devotion and obedience.
The bed sheets stained with blood and slime bore mute testimony to her ordeal, her simple black robe thrown artlessly across a chair, she sat naked but for her black lace up boots.
Her head hung sadly down, and she peered sadly at her bruised and abused private parts between her outspread thighs, from where blood mixed with semen oozed slowly from her.
Sister Grace placed a hand on her shoulder, "I heard you, you wanted more."
Martha burst into tears, "I'm sorry, Sister, please forgive me."
Grace held her close, "We must cleanse your soul, come to the Lady Chapel,"
Martha reached for her robe. Grace stopped her, "No you must bear your shame for all to see, do not despair, we shall guide you through this difficult time."
Grace gently took Martha's hands and placing them behind her back began to wind
a bandage around her wrists, tightly so she could not free them, but not so as to cause discomfort, then taking a wider bandage and cotton pads she proceeded to blindfold her.
"You will be beaten to remove the devils lusts from your loins, and it is only fair that you know not who chastises you, it is the will of God not the will of earthly mortals that you are so chastised."
Grace then unlaced Martha's shoe's "You shall remain naked until the Devil is cast out, do not fear I shall guide you."
Grace gently guided Martha down the corridors, the cold of the worn stone floors chilling Martha's feet until they arrived, at the Lady Chapel, a smaller room at right angles to the main Cathedral like Church of St Angelique, with its magnificent golden alter.
Beyond the Lady Chapel lay a dressing room for the choir and in a corner a rough hewn cross, fitted securely into a deep socket in the stone floor and allegedly an exact replica of that at Gethsemane where Jesus died.
Grace guided Martha to the cross where first she place Martha's feet each side of the post before securing her with rough ropes then her hands were first released then tied with more ropes to the arms of the cross.
The first strike of the whip shocked Martha and she screamed but as the rhythm continued slowly, methodically and she heard the prayers said for her she realised the love her sisters felt for her, the prayers continued, the whipping continued in relays but instead of assuaging her guilt they instead inflamed her, her nipples stood out like rifle bullets and her tiny clitoris stood hard and erect peeking out from under it's hood, but even as they worked evil forces conspired to negate their efforts.
Doctor Fischer sat crunching numbers, with appropriate mitigation and passing the donation through multiple accounts and EU subsidies, he kept coming up with the figure of 102% , he would get three hundred and six thousand dollars in Tax offset for his three hundred thousand "Donation" he needed to confirm later but the though of the randy little American bitch whore nun was causing an erection which threatened to impede the steering of his Mercedes, he thought of her bleeding cunt dripping with his cum, and regretted she could not be stitched up and busted again like a Japanese whore.
Fischer studied figures while Martha stayed tied to the cross, they offered her a drink of vinegar the same as Jesus had been offered, but denied her the opportunity to be let down for even a moment so that her legs became stained as she could no loner resist her bladder and bowels need for relief, so as Fischer wallowed in opulent idleness Martha sampled the very depths of depravity.
Berhardt Fischer's fingers trembled as he locked his office door, dialled the Convent's number and asked to speak to the Mother Superior.
Fischers voice wavered as he spoke, he somehow found the will to lay out his perverted desires. The Mother Superior, listened, patiently, she asked him to wait a few seconds as she secured the door, then she returned to her chair, picked up the phone and asked him to repeat his request.
The Mother Superior's robes of red with the dazzling white headpiece richly embroidered with gold looked incongruous as she hitched the hem high around her neck placing her feet on the desk and spreading her knees wide apart as the sheer depravity of the man's ideas turned her on, the handle of her ornate gold paper knife slid easily between her soaking cunt lips and she began to pleasure herself at the thought of what Fischer proposed.
Fischer became agitated his trousers around his ankles he grasped his shaft and was slowly wanking himself as he spoke, he became less and less coherent as he became more aroused and just as the Mother superior herself reached the point of losing control and tipping into orgasmic bliss, his balls erupted sending spunk arcing over the papers on his desk.
Their deep breathing was almost comical as each tried to conceal their recent pleasure, but the following evening was agreed as was the one hundred thousand dollar fee, and the nature of the depravity.
Sister Grace was surprised to find that Martha was to suffer further indignities, and that she must rest, Mother Superior had sent clothing, a tight tee shirt and tiny Miniskirt, with four inch heels on the red shoes. and they took Martha down after over fifty hours of near constant beatings, they laid her on the cold stone floor and washed and scrubbed her, before dressing her as a slut and taking her to a Guest room where she ate heartily and fell into a contented sleep.
The Mother Superior came to see Martha the following Afternoon, She gently wok the sleeping girl and spoke apologetically. "My dear, you have the opportunity to serve once more."
Martha sensed the implications, but did not understand. "How can I serve again, he took my virginity, my honour, I have nothing to give."
Mother Superior steeled herself, "Your tormentor seeks to sodomise you to take and use of the other orifice, which is as yet pure."
Martha went visibly white "He wants to fuck my ass, is that it, how much this time, a hundred thousand, two, well I wont do it."
"A million"
The words hit Martha like a blow from a prize-fighter.
"You fucking take him up your ass." Martha cried.
The Mother Superior shocked her. "I would if he would pay even fifty Thousand, we need the Money." She thought of her Mercedes Limousine now almost two years old and the gold crosses Asprey had on display would not be there for ever.
Martha looked the Mother Superior in the eye "I fucking don't believe you."
The Older Woman looked back peering deep into Martha's eyes. "You are right, but I am old, too old, but you will heal, there will be no lasting harm."
"Then take him like I have, as if to make a child, break your vows for money."
The Mother Superior felt herself become aroused, and spotted a wonderful opportunity, "I shall offer myself as you suggest if you will do my bidding,"
Martha realised she had gone too far, "Please forgive me."
The Mother Superior smiled, of course, but I have agreed, I must keep my word, I shall offer myself to Dr Fischer for one hundred thousand dollars, if he refuses then he may not take you, are we agreed.
Martha nodded slowly.
Fischer arrived, and was ushered to the presence of Martha and the Mother Superior,
The Mother Superior addressed him.
"Doctor Fischer, Martha has made a condition, she believes I am unwilling to do what I ask of her, If you are to take her as you wish, first you must pay a fee of a Hundred thousand dollars and take me to your bed as a Woman."
Fischer looked stern as his heart pounded, the Mother Superior, the most unattainable of all, he often masturbated to her photograph, she was his dream woman, he knew she was young for her role, slightly younger than his fifty five years and as yet untouched he was sure, he would pay a Million, especially as he would get back more than he "Donated" from the EU in tax rebates.
Fisher spoke, such a sacrifice, "I shall pay a million dollars,"
The Mother Superior fainted, from shock some supposed, from lust in reality, and when she woke she left instructions for the Cardinals suite to be prepared for her degradation.
Martha was distraught. "I am so sorry; truly I am the Devils handmaiden."
Sister Grace comforted her, "It is economic necessity my dear and we shall be able to repair the roof and give to the poor this year thanks to your sacrifice."
The Mother Superior worried about her liaison, would he be disappointed, she had not had sex since her affair with Father Andrew ended with his promotion to headquarters three years before. she pondered how to present herself as she followed Fischer into the Cardinals suite, she indicated the bedroom, and locked the outer doors, Fischer allayed her fears and he came up behind her kissing her neck and cupping her breasts.
"I am nor a Virgin," She said, "Did you expect me to be so."
Fischer smiled, peeling off his jacket and trousers and hanging them over a chair back and then removing his shoes, socks and underwear, to stand naked but for his Rolex watch. "Andrew is a friend of mine"
The Mother Superior blushed and slipped the heavy robe from her mature body.
"Do I excite you," she asked somewhat superfluously as Fischer's Manhood strained to the limit.
They embraced, as if it was the most natural thing and slowly they turned and moved to the bed, she sank back and felt the manhood she craved slip elegantly inside her
She spoke quietly "I wanted you so much, I was so hurt when you wanted that slut"
He kissed her nose, "I would have chosen you, over her any day, but you seemed so unattainable and obsessed by money, nothing like Andrew described,"
She raised her head to kiss him, "be quiet and pleasure me properly" she ordered
He asked one more question "What's your name?"
"Rosa, call me Rosa."
Sister Grace ushered the other sisters away from the door of the Suite as the noises of joyful love making became embarrassingly loud.
Later much later Sister Grace came for Martha, "Mother Superior will see you now, she announced as if everything was normal, but as they entered into the Cardinal's suite all was very far from normal, the Mother Superior without her head dress her long auburn hair cascading around her shoulders lay in bed the sheets pulled up around her and her robe discarded.
Martha averted her gaze in embarrassment,
The Mother Superior spoke "Look at me child, I have fulfilled my side of the bargain, see" she slid from the bed revealing the evidence of recent sex running don her leg.
"Your time has been put back, Mr Fischer is exhausted, I shall remain with him until morning to nurse him back to full strength."
Martha felt real shame as she bowed and left the room. Grace followed, locking the door on the outside with the Great Key.
Fischer sat in an arm chair in the Ante room, resting, but as Rosa came for him and she gently caressed his balls he sprang again to full erection and pulled Rosa down to him.
They watched the morning sun rise over the Mountain peaks, Rosa leaning on the window sill of the Cardinal's bedroom as Bernhardt Fischer slowly fucked her from behind cupping her generous tits in his hands, and then passion over, his aching balls drained once again and her cunt leaking the fluids he had filled her with, they returned naked to the bed to rest, tiredness gripped them, their one night of love so nearly at an end and yet the temptation could no longer be resisted and as she spread her thighs his abused prick obediently sprang to life and they fucked once more.
They woke in early afternoon, he lying across her too exhausted to move after the mornings ejaculations, she revelling in his presence, she had decided, she would have him again, they would be lovers, she was the bride of God but when did he last give her an orgasm, he had deserted her she reasoned.
They brought Fischer to ravage Martha later that evening, but his strength and will power crumbled with her unconscious protests, her tight Anus too small and Fischer too exhausted to perform, he even tried fucking her from behind and changing holes in mid stroke but still she resisted him.
The Mother Superior was seriously displaced, Fischer was supposed to ravage the little slut quickly and return to her warm embrace, she hated him for cheating on her.
Sister Grace comforted Martha, "Do not despair my dear, in is Gods way, he moves in mysterious ways sometimes but always for the best reasons.
Martha complained "It was horrible and he could not enter, I am too small for him, I have to go through all that again."
Sister Agnes came up to them and conspiratorially handed Grace a simple wooden box, Grace recognised it and opened the lid to show Martha, revealing a blue velvet lining and tapered wooden rods a foot of so long and in decreasing diameter from some tapering from four to six inches down to one that started like a pencil and swelled to mere Inch yet it ended in a six inch half ball as did the others. A set of shaped rubber plugs nestled haphazardly in a separate compartment .
Grace explained "Sometimes the poor women cannot easily accept their new husbands within them, so the priest will assist them and by using these rods will exercise the muscles and stretch the orifice to pleasurable proportions, this one was used on a young boy just entering the priesthood, hence the addition of plugs but it will be ideal for you."
Grace asked for assistance "Sister Althea, Sister Magdalene, pray assist myself and Agnes to ease Martha's trial.
They stood Martha against the metal frame of THE END
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