The Mother Superior had left me tied over the table for an hour or more, my buttocks burning, my face tear-streaked. She'd thrashed me with the branch until her arm had ached and she was forced to halt the gruelling punishment. But I'd held out, not succumbing to her offer of joining forces with her. She'd no doubt thought that she could break me, thrash me until I'd begged to be her head girl, but she was very wrong. My stubbornness might have blown my chances of escaping, but I'd won a round with the cow. And I'd keep winning rounds.
The boys would soon arrive, I knew as I pulled on the ropes, desperately trying to free myself. More crude sex, more sperm pumped into my teenage body. Anal, vaginal, oral... I could endure the savage sex, but not the branch, the barbaric and merciless thrashing of my naked buttocks. Again wishing that I'd not climbed into the van, I wondered how Juliet was after her time in the dungeon. Perhaps she was still there? She might well give in and become the Mother's head girl, the Mother's grass. I'd have to be careful what I said to the girl. It was best to trust no one, I decided, hearing people outside the door.
Lifting my head as the door opened and the monk led the boys in, I gazed at their grinning faces. The Mother and the monk were obviously charging them, no doubt making a lot of money. Perhaps they'd advertised. No, it would be too risky. They probably relied on word of mouth, friends of friends, personal recommendations. My young body was for sale.
The boys hurriedly stripping off as they eyed my naked body, I knew that I was in for a gruelling session of debauched sex. Guinea pig? I was nothing more than an object for the boys to practice on. No doubt they'd push their erect penises into my orifices, sperm me, use and abuse me until their fresh young cocks were done in their fucking. As one of the naked boys stood before me, the monk lifting my head up by my hair, I gazed at his erect penis. His scrotum was tight, the shaft of his organ smooth, unblemished in youth. He was undoubtedly a virgin, I mused as the monk instructed him to retract his foreskin. His purple globe coming into view as he pulled the loose skin back, I gazed at his sperm-slit. Did he masturbate? Did he wank, imagining fucking a young girl as he shot his orgasmic liquid over the floor?
I parted my lips as he moved forward, the purple head of his penis twitching impatiently. Taking his swollen glans into my wet mouth, I ran my tongue over its silky-smooth surface, savouring the salty taste as I sucked hard. I gazed at the shiny black curls of his pubic hair as I sank my teeth gently into his fleshy rod, wondering when they'd sprouted. He was too young to be in the nunnery, too young to be taken into a girl's mouth and sucked to orgasm. Letting out a rush of breath, he moved further forward until his knob reached the back of my throat, my full lips taut around the broad shaft of his young cock. His pubic curls tickling my nose, his tight scrotum pressing against my chin, he breathed deeply in his new-found pleasure.
"Like it?" the monk asked him.
"God, yes," the boy breathed.
"Rock your hips and fuck her mouth. Feel her tongue running over your knob, her lips rolling along your stiff cock. When you come, she'll be forced to swallow your spunk. Always treat girls like sluts. After all, that's what they are. Give them a mouth-fucking, even if they don't like it. If they protest too much, dump them."
"Does she like it?" the boy asked.
Did he care?
"She's a whore, she loves it. When you've done her mouth, you can have her arse."
The monk moving behind me as the boy gasped in his illicit pleasure, his solid glans repeatedly driving to the back of my throat, I jumped as the burning orbs of my naked buttocks were unceremoniously yanked wide apart. I knew what I was about to endure as fingers dragged my creamy vaginal juices up my sex valley to the brown tissue of my anus. I was being lubricated in readiness for anal sex, an arse-fucking. As I listened to the monk instructing one of the boys to push his knob into my bottom, my mouth flooded with sperm. The lad had come quickly, unable to control himself as he rocked his hips in his new-found pleasure. Swallowing the male liquid of orgasm, I drank from his throbbing glans, swallowing the fruits of his lions as he shuddered and swayed on his sagging legs. Again and again, I swept my tongue over the spermed surface of his throbbing glans, sustaining his climax, bringing out his spunk until he slipped his spent penis out of my mouth and crumpled to the floor. He had a lot to learn.
"Push it right up her arse," the monk sniggered in his vulgarity. I could feel a bulbous glans pressing hard against the sensitive brown tissue surrounding my anal inlet, trying to gain entry to my rectal tube. "You'll find that her arsehole's really tight and hot," the monk said. "Anal sex is often the only way to enjoy a good fuck if you find yourself with an older, slack-cunted whore." His crude words battering my tormented mind, I licked the fresh sperm from my lips, grimacing as the lad behind me pressed his knob harder against my anal eye. I didn't think my sphincter muscles would allow him access to my inner core as he repeatedly stabbed at my anal portal. My bottom was tensed, my rectal hole tightly closed, and I hoped that he'd give up and use my vaginal sheath to deposit his fresh sperm.
Suddenly, he was in, his knob stretching my anal tube wide open as he drove his hard shaft slowly into my trembling body. The bloating sensation was incredible. He must have been a big lad, I mused as he drove his solid shaft deeper into the fiery core of my tethered body. His scrotum finally pressing against the wet swell of my pussy lips, my brown ring tightly gripping the root of his young organ, I thought I was going to split open. Another young lad pressing his purple glans against my pursed lips, I sucked him into my mouth and licked the ballooning head of his rock-hard penis. With two young cocks penetrating my trembling body, I felt like a common whore. Fucked by two cocks before a male audience, my femininity crudely stripped, I was a common whore.
"I want you all to understand that women are for fucking," the monk said in his role as teacher. "Don't worry about love; you've plenty of time for that later. Take this slut, for example," he chuckled, slapping my burning buttock as my naked body rocked with the enforced anal fucking. "She's not bad looking, but looks alone won't satisfy you. Lesson number one, girls are for fucking. Whether you use their mouths, their cunts or their arseholes, fuck them. Never spend money on them, and never allow them to use you."
I couldn't believe his doctrine of corruption. To teach the youngsters such vulgarities was despicable. Women are for fucking? With that in mind, what sort of husbands would the boys eventually make? The monk's crude language, his corrupt teaching... the man was evil. And the Mother Superior was no better. The day would come when their reign of sexual abuse would end, I knew. They'd pay dearly for their sins, I swore. Once I was free, I'd expose them. But I wanted my personal revenge before the authorities got hold of them. The Mother Superior was in for the whipping of her life, and the monk... I again swore to get even with the evil monk as the lad behind me repeatedly rammed his young knob deep into my hot bowels. The more sexual abuse I was forced to endure, the more I swore to seek revenge.
My anal canal stretched tautly around the boy's pistoning cock, the delicate brown ring of my bottom rolling along the slimy surface of his solid shaft as he fucked me in his learning, I felt his swinging balls battering the puffy cushions of my vagina. I denied my arousal, trying to convince myself that I wasn't enjoying the crude double-act as the lips of my vagina swelled and my clitoris pulsated. I'd never be the same, I knew as I sucked hard of the trembling lad's twitching knob. My attitude towards lovemaking was forever changed. This wasn't lovemaking; it was raw, cold sex. Debauchery in the extreme.
The sex lesson had barely begun, I knew as the boy grabbed my hips and repeatedly drove the solid shaft of his penis into my tight rectum with a vengeance. Had he paid for the pleasure of my young body? I wondered. And if so, how much? How many virgin boys had passed through the nunnery? When had the nunnery been transformed into a house of sin and debauchery? Perhaps the old building had witnessed the debauched acts of nuns and monks for centuries. The millstone in the dungeon, the chains hanging from the slime-dripping ceiling... perhaps the nunnery had always been a house of sin.
My mouth again flooding with sperm as the boy gripped my head and fucked me, I swallowed hard several times. Sperm gushing deep into my bowels, lubricating the enforced anal fucking, I shuddered as my clitoris painfully swelled and emerged from its pink hood. Was I going to come? I wondered. Could such debased and vulgar sexual acts take me to orgasm? The inflamed duct of my rectum massaged by the orgasming knob fucking me there, my mouth overflowing with the teenager's spunk...
My clitoris suddenly exploding in orgasm, I shook violently as waves of immense pleasure rocked my tethered body. I could no longer deny the ecstasy the crude three-way coupling was bringing me. My rocking body finding a rhythm with the thrusting penises, my orgasm peaking, I felt my womb contracting; the juices of my vagina streaming down my inner thighs. Sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of my painfully dilated anal ring and running down between my engorged vaginal lips, spunk dribbling down my chin as the other lad rudely mouth-fucked me, I imagined taking two knobs into my mouth, sucking the purple globes to orgasm and swallowing the gushing spunk. Why was I thinking like that? I reflected, shockwaves of sex sending tremors through my fettered body, my womb contracting delightfully.
My orgasm finally waning, the young boys' balls drained, I shuddered as they withdrew their deflating penises from my mouth, the inflamed canal of my rectum. Sperm dribbling down my chin, I licked my lips, wondering whether a lad was going to take my vagina, fuck me there and sperm my cervix. Was that what I wanted? I didn't know what I wanted as I swallowed the sperm pooling beneath my wet tongue. I wanted Elizabeth, my freedom. I wanted revenge.
Before I'd lapped up the salty sperm from my chin, another boy offered his bulbous glans to my mouth. Pushing his purple globe to the back of my throat, gasping as my saliva warmed his penile plum, he wanked his solid shaft. My lips stretched tautly around his veined member, I suckled as a babe at the breast as another boy forced the entire length of his erect penis deep into my sperm-drenched bottom-hole. Again, I was rocking with a crude two-way fucking, the cock shafts driving in and out of the offices at each end of my tethered body. I could hear the squelching of sperm within my rectum as the hard cock repeatedly withdrew and rammed into me, fucked me there. The sounds of debased sex.
"I'm seeing a girl but she won't let me do anything," a boy said.
"Dump her," the monk returned.
"I quite like her, but..."
"You quite like her? OK, that's fine. But you have to resort to wanking, is that right?"
"Yes," he replied sheepishly as the other lads sniggered.
"Then, what is the point in seeing this girl? She has a mouth, a cunt, an arsehole... and you have to go home and wank. Find yourself a slag. Find yourself a whore who takes it up the arse. Girls can be expensive, they can be demanding, they take you away from your mates, they complain, they try to rule you... they use sex as a weapon. Do you know why so many marriages fail? I'll tell you. Because women don't want sex. Jesus Christ, if a girl in her teens doesn't enjoy fucking, then what the hell will she be like when she's thirty?"
My mouth again flooding with sperm, the lad fucking my bottom gasping as he pumped his sperm deep into my bowels, I thought that perhaps the monk's thinking wasn't so far off the mark. Why did men have to go elsewhere for sex when they had wives at home? Had my father really gone off to make money, or... coming to my senses as I swallowed the sperm gushing into my mouth, I knew that there was nothing finer than love. Crude fucking with anyone and everyone wasn't how I wanted... but I was doing just that. I may have had no choice initially, but now I was finding... finding what? I'd loved licking Elizabeth to orgasm. I'd loved feeling her tongue inside my pussy, lapping up my juices of desire. What was I becoming? What had I become?
Gazing at the lad's twitching cock as he pumped his spunk into my mouth, I breathed in the heady scent of his pubes. The aroma of his genitalia arousing me, the shaft of his cock smooth, his knob jetting sperm to the back of my throat... I'd loved licking Elizabeth to orgasm, and now I was loving every minute of sucking a young lad's sperm out of his orgasming glans. The penis within my hugging anal canal slowing its thrusting rhythm, sperm oozing from my anus and trickling into the valley between my girl lips, I wondered how many more times I was to be fucked there. The penis finally withdrew from my bottom with a loud sucking sound, my anal iris closing, sealing in the sperm as more white liquid dribbled from my gobbling mouth. Fucked, spunked, used, abused... was I in my sexual heaven?
"OK," the monk said as the gasping boys slipped their cocks out of my well-spermed orifices. "I want you to make the most of your time here today. When you leave, you'll be men. But you'll also be men of experience. Anal sex, oral sex... you'll experience both. I want two boys who've not done the slag yet. Yes, you two. Both do her mouth. You'll find that she can take your knobs into her mouth, suck you both to orgasm. This is something very few men have experienced. A double mouth-fucking, I like to call it. OK, do her mouth."
This is what I'd imagined, but was it what I'd wanted? The two boys standing before me, their foreskins fully retracted, they pressed their purple plums against my sperm-glossed lips. Pushing my tongue out, licking their salty knobs, my saliva lubricating them in readiness for the double mouth-fucking, I parted my lips wide as their drove into me. The monk had been right; I could take them both into my mouth. My full lips stretched tautly around the rims of their helmets, my mouth bloated, I sucked hard. The virginal boys were learning. But I, too, was learning, experiencing crude sex. I was learning how to behave like a slag, a common slut. If... when I escaped the nunnery of lust, would my experience come in useful? Only if I turned to prostitution.
"When the boys have finished, I'll turn the slag over and you can all familiarise yourself with the female body," the monk said as the two knobs drove further into my bloated mouth. "I want you all to examine her thoroughly, every nook and cranny, every curve, every crevice. Pull her cunt lips wide open and have a good look at her clitoris, her inner lips, her sex hole. Feel inside her cunt, get to know the female body inside and out. When you leave here, you'll be men of great sexual experience."
The boys gasping as I snaked my tongue over the swollen bulbs of their beautifully fresh knobs, I wondered whether they'd come together, both pump their white spunk into my thirsty mouth. This was something I'd never dreamed I'd experience. Two young boys fucking my mouth... had Juliet's naked body been subjected to the spunking penises of a group of lads? I wondered as my buttocks were rudely parted, the spermed hole of my anus blatantly exposed. Eyes were upon me, I knew as two fingers opened my once-private hole. The boys were looking, gazing, wondering. Did the lewd sight stiffen their fresh young cocks?
"Yes," one boy gasped, my mouth filling with his gushing sperm as he trembled in the grip of his orgasm. The other lad breathing heavily, his glans swelling, he finally loosed his spunk. My mouth flooding with the double-sperming, I desperately tried to swallow their fruits. Again and again, I swallowed hard but my mouth overflowed as they rocked their hips and fucked me. I sucked and slurped, doing my best to take the white liquid down my throat as they gasped in their illicit pleasure. A finger entering my gaping anus, driving deep into the tight canal of my inflamed bottom, I moaned through my nose as sperm streamed down my chin.
Running their hands along their twitching shafts, the boys squeezed out the remnants of their sperm. I swallowed again, sucking hard as their penises began to deflate, their young balls drained. Finally withdrawing their purple globes, they stood before me with their cocks snaking over their tight scrotums, sperm dribbling from their slits. As they joined the others behind me, the finger slipping out of my rectum, I wondered whether I was to endure another enforced anal fucking. The monk said something, the boys laughing as my buttocks were rudely parted again. He mentioned my cunt lips, my vaginal juices. Perhaps the lads were going to take it in turns to fuck my cunt, spunk my cervix.
"OK," the monk said, the boys falling silent. "It's one thing fucking the slut's arse, but you should know a little about the anatomy of her rectum. I have here a vaginal speculum. Rather too large for her arse, but it'll give us a good view of her bowels." I couldn't believe what he was saying, what he was going to do to me as a cold metal object pressed hard against the delicate tissue surrounding my anal opening. I felt like a specimen in a laboratory, a lump of meat to be examined, toyed with, dissected.
"No," I breathed, the steel object gliding deep into my rectal duct. Ignoring me, the monk pushed the horrendous instrument fully home. The boys sniggered as he rudely opened my anus, painfully stretching the sensitive brown tissue, dilating my small hole. My anal canal gaping, I knew that the boys were gazing into my rectum, scrutinising me there, examining the most secret part of my teenage body. My naked buttocks yanked further apart, I shuddered as my rectal duct stretched further open, the speculum dilating my anal tube, exposing the inner core of my trembling body.
Fingers delving between the fleshy swell of my vaginal lips, rudely driving deep into my drenched pussy, I looked up as a boy stood before me with his erect penis in his hand. He wanted to mouth-fuck me, I knew as I parted my lips, offering him my hot, wet orifice. More sperm, more crude sex. As I sucked his purple globe into my mouth and snaked my tongue around the rim of his helmet, I felt a finger exploring within the gaping duct of my rectum. They were examining me there, massaging the dank walls of my anal canal. Humiliated in the extreme, degraded beyond belief, I closed my eyes as the young man rocked his hips, his swollen glans massaging my tongue as he mouth-fucked me.
"She's not been opened up many times," the monk said. "When she's been here for a few months, her arse will loosen up a little. Who'd like to take her arse next?"
"I will," a boy said eagerly as the finger slipped out of my bottom-hole and the monk removed the speculum.
"OK, she's all yours."
The boy's solid glans slipped with ease past my anal sphincter muscles and into my stretched rectum, his shaft gliding into my inflamed duct until his young balls pressed hard against my juice-sopping vaginal lips. As I suckled on the ballooning glans bloating my mouth, my body began rocking with the anal pummelling. How much more anal perversion could I take? I wondered as his shaft slid along the well-spunked sheath of my burning arse, his knob massaging the velveteen walls of my tight rectum. I'd become drunk on sperm if I swallowed much more. But that's what I was there for, I ruminated. I was a specimen, a female body to use, to play with, toy with, examine... and fuck.
Sperm filling my moth, bathing my snaking tongue, I did my best to swallow every drop. I could feel the boy's knob throbbing within my mouth as he pumped out of salty spunk, his veined shaft twitching, his balls heaving. He'd be hooked on oral sex now, I knew as I sucked hard and ran my tongue around the rim of his swollen glans. Letting out short gasps, he shuddered and clung to my head as he mouth-fucked me. So, the boys were now men, I mused, recalling the monk's words. Did fucking a girl make a man out of a boy? Was I a woman now that I'd been arse-fucked, mouth-fucked...?
"God," the boy fucking my arse gasped, his sperm jetting deep into my bowels. In my muddled thinking, I wondered where the sperm would go. The male liquid of procreation would no doubt drain from my rectum, ooze from the aperture of my anus as I moved about. The cock spunking my mouth finally withdrawing, I licked my lips as the boy behind me emptied his swinging balls, filling the cavity of my bowels with his copious flow of semen. I knew that I could take no more as my burning anal inlet rolled back and forth along his thrusting cock shaft. My jaw aching from the repeated cock sucking, my rectum burning, I desperately needed to rest before enduring another bout of sexual abuse.
"There's a problem," the Mother Superior said, peering around the door.
"What is it?" the monk asked.
"Get the boys out of here," she whispered with some urgency.
"OK," the monk said, the boy behind me slipping his deflating penis out of my spasming rectal duct. "All get dressed. Today's lesson is over."
I wondered what was going on as the monk released me and pulled me shaking body off the table. Staggering on my trembling legs as he tossed me my habit, I pulled the garment over my head. The boys hurriedly dressing, they followed the monk and the Mother out of the room. Left alone, I looked about me, again wondering what the problem was. Perhaps one of the novice nuns had successfully escape, I ruminated. Leaving the room, I decided to go to the Mother's study. I had no plan, but thought I might learn something either by listening outside the door, or taking a nose around if the woman wasn't there. It was risky, I knew. But I was becoming used to the thrashing, the sexual abuse. If I was caught, another gruelling punishment wouldn't really be here or there.
Hovering outside the study door, I listened to the mumbling of voices. To my horror, I heard my stepfather's low tones. He was saying something about my mother. She wanted to come and visit me, and there was no way he could stop her. The monk suggested that I be allowed to talk to my mother on the phone, but my stepfather didn't agree. They knew that I'd start blabbing the minute I saw or spoke to my mother. They must have had this problem before, I reflected. There were several young girls in the nunnery. Their families must have wanted to see or contact them. Sperm oozing from the burning eye of my anus and running down my inner thighs as the Mother Superior suggested saying that I'd been sent abroad for a few months, I decided to make another attempt at escaping. There was no way I was going to be allowed to talk to my mother, let alone see her.
Dashing down the corridor and leaving the building, I wandered through the grounds, trying to think of a way to escape. My young body brimming with the sperm of several young boys, my thrashed buttocks still stinging, I had to get as far away as possible from the house of evil. Reaching the gates, I looked up. There was barbed wire running along the top of the wrought iron gates, blocking the escape route even if I could have climbed to the top. This was ridiculous, I reflected, pulling on the huge padlock and chain securing the gates. The place was like a prison camp, and I wondered why the local villagers hadn't been suspicious. Perhaps they thought that the barbed wire and security measures were to keep intruders out.
"What are you thinking?" a middle-aged nun asked as she approached.
"Oh, er... nothing," I smiled, looking at her kindly face framed by her starched wimple.
"How long have you been at the nunnery?" she asked.
"Not long," I replied. "And you?"
"Forever," she said, her face smiling. "You're thinking about escaping, aren't you?"
"Well... yes, I am," I confessed. Could I trust her?
"You won't make it over the gates. Or the wall, for that matter."
"I know," I sighed.
"I can't say too much but, think about going under the wall rather than over it."
"Under the wall?" I echoed as she walked away. "Wait a minute..."
Was there a tunnel somewhere? I pondered. Or had she meant that I should dig a tunnel? Hardly. The chances of digging a tunnel without being noticed were nil. She must have meat that there was a tunnel. That would explain how the young man had been able to enter the grounds and leave without a trace. Feeling positive, I walked alongside the wall wondering where the tunnel entrance might be. Wondering whether to look in the clumps of bushes dotted here and there, I walked towards the garden. The young man had entered the bushes there, and disappeared. That had to be how the...
"Mary," Elizabeth called from the garden, leaning on a fork.
"Oh, hi," I smiled as I approached her.
"What are you up to?"
"Planning my escape," I replied confidently. "I take it that you know about the young boys who come here for sex lessons."
"Er... no, I don't," she said, obviously lying.
"What about the tunnel? Do you know about the..."
"Mary, I don't know anything."
"Of course you do," I laughed. "You can't have been here for a year and not discovered or leaned anything."
"There are things," she said hesitantly. "Things it's best not to know about."
"Best not to know about? You mean, there might be a way of escaping, but you don't want to talk about it?"
"Mary," she sighed, nervously looking about the garden. "You don't understand."
"Then, tell me."
"This isn't just a nunnery."
"I've discovered that much," I snapped. "Without your help."
"I mean, it isn't what it seems. You've obviously come to the conclusion that this is a place where young girls are sexually abused, probably to make money in some way or other. There's more to it than that, far more."
"Go on."
"It's not just the Mother Superior and the monk. They're nothing more than... than employees."
"Who's the boss? Who's in charge?"
"I don't know. The thing is, escaping over the wall will get you nowhere. They'll hunt you down, Mary. You'll be picked up, eventually. Do you know why you were brought here?"
"Yes, my stepfather..."
"He sold you. He sold you to the organization."
"What?" I gasped. "But... but this is England. Slavery and..."
"Slavery exists here as much as it does anywhere else in the world. Sexual slavery, that is. A nun escaped some time ago. She told the police about this place and... well, I never did hear what happened to her."
"So, you're going to do nothing about getting out of here?"
"I didn't say that. I'm biding my time."
"What, a year?"
"It takes time, Mary. You talk about tunnels and... if there was a tunnel, do you not think that the Mother knows about it? If there is a tunnel, then why haven't the girls escaped?"
"Well... they might not know about it."
"Who told you about it?"
"A nun. I was by the gates and se said..."
"And she told you that there's a tunnel? Don't you think it rather odd that she mentioned..."
"She didn't say that there was a tunnel, exactly."
"I'd better get on with the garden. If the Mother catches us talking..."
"All right," I sighed. "You carry on with the garden. After all, you are a slave."
"We're all slaves, Mary."
"All except me."
Walking away, I couldn't believe that my stepfather had sold me to the so-called organization. This was a beautiful county in England. There was no way that sexual slavery... I was deluding myself, I knew as I sat on the soft grass by the perimeter wall. England wasn't immune to criminals, villains, or sexual slavery. After all, it was so easy to use a nunnery as a front for... a front for what, exactly? The more I pondered on Elizabeth's words, the more determined I became to escape. Fear gripping me, I looked up at the blue sky, the birds, an aeroplane... freedom was so near, and yet so far.