Chapter Eight

 

I'd wandered around the dungeon for an hour or so. A million thoughts running through my mind, I didn't know what to think. What was the machine? Would the man from the cottage ring Veronica? Why the hell hadn't I walked several miles to a town or village far away from the nunnery? Pacing the floor, I tried to be positive, keeping that glimmer of hope burning. But I couldn't help kicking myself. I'd been free, walking away from the building... I need never have returned.

"Right," the monk bellowed, kicking the door open and wheeling a metal trolley into the room. "I want you on your back over the stone." I didn't protest as he walked me across the room. Lying over the arched stone, my head upside down, my legs open wide, I knew there was no point in arguing or struggling. My will to fight, to escape, had died. I had to think positively, but... how could I be positive? I was to be fucked, my three orifices pumped full of sperm by strangers. I was an object of male desire.

Tying my wrists and ankles, securing my naked body in the degrading position, the monk placed the trolley beside me. There was some sort of machine on the trolley, a black box with thin hoses and wires attached. I dreaded to think what the horrendous-looking device was for. Electrical torture? I pondered. The monk laughed as he took two rubber cups and fixed them to the ends of two hoses and switched the machine on. Tweaking the brown protrusions of my erect nipples, he massaged some sort of cold cream into the discs of my areolae.

Gasping as he placed the rubber cups over my firm breasts, my nipples painfully sucked away from my areolae as the vacuum built, I wondered what the other hoses were for. He chuckled as he splayed the hairless lips of my vagina, popping my clitoris out from its protective hood. I could feel my sex protrusion inflating as he pressed something between my swollen love lips. It was a suction hose, I knew as there was a hissing sound of air and my clitoris enlarged. My nipples aching as the suction increased, I watched the evil man take something from the trolley. Driving a large cylindrical object deep into the tight sheath of my pussy, he turned and fiddled with the machine.

"God," I breathed, the object repeatedly expanding and shrinking, inflating and deflating my vaginal duct. I could feel vibrations transmitting deep into my quivering womb as the thing pumped and buzzed inside me. My juices oozed from my bloated vagina, trickling between my splayed buttocks as the monk inserted something into the tight shaft of my rectum. I grimaced, squeezing my eyes shut as my rectal sheath stretched to accommodate the cold object. Like the first device, the thing pumped and vibrated, waking the secret nerve endings deep within my spasming anal canal.

"This is my orgasm machine," he announced proudly, looking down at my contorted face. "There's a sensor which counts vaginal contractions and registers how many orgasms the victim has. I wonder whether you'll beat the record," he chuckled. "A young girl set the record some months back. She managed thirty-five orgasms within an hour." Kneeling behind me, he unbuttoned his white coat and hauled his erect penis out of his trousers. "You can suck the spunk out of my cock," he grinned. "It'll add to your pleasure."

Pressing the purple plum of his penis hard against my lips, he gasped as I sucked him into my hot mouth. Again, I knew that there was no point in protesting. Arguing would be futile, and as for trying to reason with the pervert... running my wet tongue over the velvety globe of his erect cock, savouring the salty taste, I breathed in the heady aroma of his scrotum as my swollen clitoris pulsated. I was going to come, I knew as my vaginal muscles gripped the buzzing object and my rectal duct spasmed. My nipples becoming ultra-sensitive as they were sucked further into the rubber cups, I mouthed on the monk's swelling knob and tongued his sperm slit. Another mouth-fucking, more sperm pumped down my throat...

Moaning through my nose as my clitoris exploded in orgasm, my tethered body shaking fiercely, I swallowed hard as my mouth flooded with the man's spunk. Running his hand back and forth along his solid shaft, wanking his huge cock, pumping his sperm into my gobbling mouth, he let out gasps of male pleasure as his body trembled and shook. My orgasm peaking, the pulsating nub of my clitoris sending heavenly tremors of sex throughout my naked body, I couldn't deny the immense pleasure the machine was bringing me. My painfully erect nipples palpitating, my anal canal rhythmically expanding and contracting, the device within the hot duct of my pussy pumping and buzzing... never had I experienced such amazing pleasure.

"Suck it all out," the monk breathed, squeezing the last of the white liquid from his deflating shaft. Sucking and swallowing, I licked my spunked lips as he finally slipped his spent cock out of my mouth. My orgasm beginning to subside, I lay quivering over the millstone, the machine softly whirring on the trolley beside me. I'd come again, I was sure as the pumping sensations within my juice-drenched pussy transmitted deep into my pelvis, sensually massaging my young womb. Every inch of my naked body was alive with sensations of crude sex, every nerve ending tingling, every muscle twitching. The taste of sperm lingering on my tongue, my nipples painfully swollen, my anal canal gently massaged, the juice-drenched sheath of my cunt...

"Number one," the monk chuckled, fiddling with the machine. "How about setting a new record? I'd like to see the counter reach forty. Or maybe you could manage fifty? What do you reckon?" Remaining silent as he again fiddled with the machine, I wondered how many orgasms I could manage. "I'll be back later to see how you're doing," he sniggered. "By the way, from now on you'll wear nothing. As part of the punishment, your habit and any other clothes you have will be confiscated. And, as a security measure, your hands will be cuffed behind your back at all times."

Naked, my hands cuffed at all times... I'd blown any chance I might have had of escaping, that was certain. I again wondered how many orgasms it was possible to have as he zipped his trousers and left the room. Recalling masturbating on my bed when I was young, around the time a few pubic curls had sprouted above my sex crack, I thought about my doll. Slipping the doll's plastic hand between my pussy lips, I drove her entire arm deep into my tight sheath. Massaging the pink protrusion of my erect clitoris with my fingertip, my naked body shaking fiercely, I reached a mind-blowing climax. Relaxing for a minute or two, my young vagina lovingly hugging the doll's girl-wet arm, I rubbed my swelling clitoris again.

After three massive orgasms, I lay exhausted on my bed, trembling uncontrollably as my tight pussy spasmed around the doll's plastic arm. Fondling the petite nipples rising from my breast bumps, the sensations driving me wild, I again caressed the sensitive tip of my aching clitoris. I could feel the doll's dress against my inner thighs, the material soaking up my pussy juice as I vibrated my almost painfully solid clitoris with my fingertips. Again, a massive orgasm erupted within my throbbing clitoris, rocking my young body to the core as I cried out in my sexual euphoria.

By the time I'd pulled the doll's dripping arm out of my young pussy, I'd reached five massive orgasms. My young body glowing in the aftermath of my self-loving, I'd finally hauled my trembling body off the bed and dressed. My panties soaking up the juices of my pussy as I'd gone downstairs, I promised myself to masturbate every day, to allow the doll's arm to love my pussy, caress the creamy-wet inner flesh of my young vagina as I massaged wave after wave of pleasure from my beautiful clitoris.

Many times during my younger years, I'd leave my knickers in my bedroom and ride my bike around the garden. The narrow front of the saddle would nestle between the fleshy pads of my pussy lips, massaging the sensitive inner folds of my sex groove as I pedalled. My skirt would veil my naughtiness as I rode around the garden with a smile across my face. Sometimes, the sensations would build and I'd ride to the end of the garden and almost fall off the bike as I shuddered in my coming. My juices would gush as I trembled and whimpered, the whitish fluid drenching the black leather saddle. My mother once asked me what the white stains were on the saddle. I said that I didn't know and suggested that it might have come from a passing bird. I always wiped the saddle clean after that.

The machine whirring beside me, my vaginal muscles gripping the pumping phallus, my reverie was broken. The taste of sperm still lingering on my wet lips, I knew that another orgasm was coming as my womb convulsed and my juices of lust poured in torrents from the stretched sheath of my burning sex duct. I doubted that I could break my own score of five orgasms, let alone beat the girl's incredible record of thirty-five. Perhaps the monk had been lying, I thought as my pleasure bud swelled and again erupted in orgasm. Waves of pure sexual bliss rolling through my tethered body, I gasped and writhed in my incredible coming. My clitoris pulsating, pumping tremors of ecstatic pleasure deep into my quivering womb, the juices of my cunt coursed between my naked buttocks and bathed the brown eye of my anus.

My rectum rhythmically contracting, gripping the buzzing phallus, my painfully inflated nipples adding to my immense pleasure, I cried out in sheer sexual ecstasy as my massive orgasm peaked. Again and again my clitoris pumped waves of heavenly pleasure through my tethered body, the wondrous sensations reaching the extremities of my very being as I shuddered violently in my enforced coming. This was only my second mind-blowing orgasm, and I was sure that I couldn't take another one let alone thirty-something.

My pleasure finally waning, I breathed deeply as my body convulsed and my juices of desire trickled from the inflamed duct of my young cunt. My head dizzy, spinning in the wake of my climax, I felt as though I was swimming through billowing clouds of cotton wool as I again recalled my early days of sexual discovery. Pictures loomed in my mind, images of my young body, the developing mounds of my breasts, the hairless lips rising either side of the tightly closed crack of my virgin pussy.

I remembered the time when I'd been looking for something in the shed. I'd glanced out of the window and noticed my stepfather standing by the runner beans. He'd looked about as if checking that no one was around and then unzipped his trousers. I was amazed at the size of his erect penis, the long, thick shaft, the huge purple globe. And shocked when he'd run his hand up and down his shaft. I could clearly see his hand moving up and down, the loose skin covering his penis rolling back and forth over his swollen purple globe. Making odd facial expressions, he'd projected his hips and massaged his penis faster. I'd had no idea what he was doing, or why.

The white liquid jetting from his knob, splattering over the ground, he'd gasped and trembled as if in pain. When he'd returned to the house, I left the shed and examined the globules of white fluid. Creamy, slippery... I often hid in the shed in the hope that I'd see him shooting his white stuff over the ground. I never saw him do it again, but did notice the evidence splattered on the ground, on the floor of the shed, and once in the bathroom basin. Did all men wank?

My clitoris swelling again as the machine whirred relentlessly, I wished that I'd known about sex when I was young. Had I known why men had tried to glimpse the material of my tight panties swelling over my pussy lips, why they'd watched me playing in the garden with an eager glint in their eyes... what would I have done? Teased them? Discretely pulled the thin material of my panties to one side and exposed the naked crack of my little pink pussy? If only I'd know what they were thinking, the crude thoughts surfacing from the murky depths of their male minds.

My nipples aching, painfully sucked into the rubber cups, my clitoris pulsating as the birth of another orgasm stirred within my contracting womb, I shuddered uncontrollably. I'd never dreamed that a machine could bring me such immense pleasure. My clitoris swelling, erupting in yet another mind-blowing climax, I screamed out. My entire body shaking violently, my legs twitching, my nostrils flaring, I rode the crest of my orgasm until I thought I'd pass out. Delirious, my mind floating away from my body, I drifted through a velvety sea of darkness. Soaring and diving like a bird, my body seemingly weightless, I felt that I was dreaming as my naked body twisted and contorted. Finally coming back to Earth, the room spinning, I lay quivering uncontrollably over the millstone.

I could hear voices echoing somewhere in the distance as my eyes rolled and my breathing calmed. They were talking about me, discussing my naked body, my well-juiced cunt. It was the monk; I was sure as fingers toyed between my thighs, fiddled with the cylindrical device bloating my sex sheath. I didn't know who the monk was talking to as I opened my eyes and gazed at the upside down window. He was laughing, making jokes about my shaved cunt, calling me a schoolgirl. The rubber cups yanked away from my sore nipples, the devices pulled out of my aching sex holes, my clitoris free of the suction hose, I gazed up at a young man as he stood by my tethered body.

"She's young and fresh," the monk said. "Well worth the money. You did say that you wanted a blonde?"

"Yes, I did," the man replied, running his fingers over the swell of my firm breasts. "Although it's not the colour of her hair that's particularly important."

"No, no of course not. We're not finished with the training, but she's doing very well. She takes it up her arse, in her mouth... and she's pretty good with other girls."

"I'm not sure," sighed. "She's beautiful, yes, but..."

"Is it the price?" the monk broke in. "I'm sure we could come to a mutual agreement."

"No, no it's not the price. I've brought some clothes with me. They're in my car. I'd like to see her dressed."

"Of course," the monk agreed readily. "I'll have the clothes brought in and have her ready for your inspection in no time at all."

As they left, I wondered what sort of pervert the young man was. He wanted me dressed up in the clothes he'd brought? A French Maid outfit, more than likely. Or a schoolgirl uniform or... the thought suddenly struck me that he might not be buying my naked body for a session of crude sex, but buying me to take away with him. The monk had bought me from my stepfather. Was he now selling me on? I wondered. Perhaps he traded in your girls. Elizabeth had been at the nunnery for a year, so why hadn't she been sold?

I didn't know what to think as the Mother Superior dashed into the room and released my body. Helping me to me feet and ushering me through the door without saying anything, she seemed to be excited. Perhaps the young man was from the so-called organisation. If I was taken away from the nunnery and the man from the cottage rang Veronica, I'd never be found. I was beginning to lose hope in the phone call to Veronica. She had no idea where I was. Some stranger calling and informing her that I was insane and locked up in a nunnery... she'd never believe it.

"Get into those clothes," the Mother snapped, taking me into small room and slamming the door shut. "And be quick about it."

"And if I don't?" I returned, eyeing the clothes hanging over the back of a chair.

"If you don't, then it'll be your loss. There's a prospective buyer waiting to view you. He wants you as a live-in slave in his London flat. Unless you want to spend the rest of your days here, you'll do as you're told."

I was being sold. A flat in London? That would be my best chance of escaping yet, I knew as I grabbed the turquoise silk panties from the chair and pulled them up my long legs. There was no bra, which didn't surprise me. Slipping into the white blouse, I grabbed the gymslip. The garment fitted perfectly, although the hem was extremely high, barely concealing the swell of my panties. Pulling the knee-length white socks over my feet, I stepped into the flat shoes and brushed my hair back with my fingers. This was the first time I'd worn something other than a habit. I almost felt feminine again as I flattened the gymslip with the palm of my hand. My young breasts billowing the blouse, I hoped that I looked good enough for the prospective buyer.

"Is she ready?" the monk asked as he appeared in the doorway.

"She'll have to do," the woman returned, grabbing my arm and leading me into the corridor. "Her hair's a mess, but she'll do."

"You behave yourself," the monk hissed as we climbed the stone steps. "I don't want any of your bloody nonsense." Emerging from the chapel, he grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Don't say a word unless you're spoken to."

"She knows what this is about," the Mother said. "I don't think she'll ruin her chance of leaving us."

Entering the nunnery, I was lead to a large room. Oil paintings adorning the walls, expensive-looking antique furniture, a beautiful chaise lounge... after the dungeon I couldn't believe that I was not only dressed but standing in a beautiful lounge. The young man was standing with his back to the mantelpiece. He was in his thirties with well-groomed black hair. Wearing a suit, a crisp white shirt and tie, he looked like a businessman. The thought that I was for sale didn't bother me. I just hoped that I was good enough, and he'd take me away from the house of evil. I also hoped that he wasn't from the organisation.

"Come over here," the young man ordered me as he sat in an armchair. "Now, turn round and bend over." Doing as I was told, I reached down and rested my hands on the floor. My feet wide apart, my thighs spread, I knew that the bulging lips of my pussy were swelling the tight material of my panties as he scrutinized me. Hoping that he liked what he saw, I stood up when ordered to and turned to face him. Again, he looked me up and down, scrutinizing my naked thighs, my young breasts billowing my tight blouse. The monk and the Mother stood well back as the man examined the good, obviously hoping as much as I was that he'd decide to make the purchase.

"I don't know," the man murmured, lifting my short gymslip and gazing at the swell of my panties.

"Is there a problem?" the monk asked.

"Bring the other girl in. I'd like to look at her again."

"Yes, of course."

As the Mother left the room, I wondered who the other girl was. Perhaps it was Juliet? I pondered. Whoever she was, I just hoped that the man didn't find her more sexually attractive than me. My heart sank as the Mother returned with Elizabeth in tow. Dressed in a tight T-shirt, red micro-skirt and red thigh-length leather boots, the dark-haired girl looked stunning. Standing beside me, she flashed me a knowing smile. Whichever one of us was lucky enough to leave the nunnery, we both knew that, if we managed to escape, we'd rescue the other one. I felt sure that the man would choose Elizabeth as he lifted her micro-skirt. She was extremely attractive, and had the advantage that her long black hair had been washed and crimped. My hair was a dishevelled mess but, in a way, attractive.

"I'd like to see them perform," the man said. "My dinner guests enjoy a lesbian show. I'd like to see them perform."

"Of course," the monk chuckled. "Er... are you thinking of purchasing both girls?"

"I might. It depends on what they can do."

"All right, girls," the monk snapped. "You heard the man. "Elizabeth, you start by..."

"I don't want to have to instruct them," the man broke in. "Leave them to it. If they've been properly trained, they'll know what to do."

Elizabeth turned and offered me a slight smile as she dropped to her knees. Lifting my gymslip, she tugged my wet panties down my shapely legs with her teeth and ran her wet tongue up each inner thigh. I shuddered as she pulled my gymslip up higher and kissed the swollen lips of my aching pussy. Her warm tongue wetting my naked vaginal lips, inducing my sex-milk to flow, she fervently lapped at my opening crack. My clitoris swelling as she repeatedly ran her beautiful tongue up and down my drenched sex valley, I knew we'd have no problem putting on a good show for the man. After all, this wasn't the first time Elizabeth and I had loved each other.

Kicking my panties aside as she thrust two fingers deep into the drenched sheath of my cunt, I stood with my feet wide apart and tossed my head back. Putting every effort into the act, I gasped, running my hands over the swell of my breasts as Elizabeth pushed at least four fingers into the drenched fleshy sheath of my young cunt. Wondering whether I should slip out of my clothes as I squeezed my young breasts through my blouse, I pulled my gymslip higher up. I could hear her breathing deeply as she finger-fucked my beautiful cunt, her vaginal pistoning squelching my flowing sex juices. My outer lips rolling back and forth over her thrusting fingers, my clitoris swelling in anticipation of an orgasm, I again shuddered and let out a whimper as her wet tongue delved into the top of my gaping crack and teased my pleasure bud.

"Yes," I breathed as she tried to force her entire fist into my bloating pussy. "God, that's good."

"I've seen all this before," the man complained. "It's old hat, run-of-the-mill lesbian stuff. Show me some anal action."

Turning, I bent over and rested my hands on the floor. Elizabeth moved behind me as I parted my feet wide and projected the firm cheeks of my bottom. I could feel her tongue running up and down the yawning gully of my buttocks, wetting me there, teasing the secret nerve endings. Parting the weal-lined globes of my naked buttocks, she licked my brown hole, her lapping tongue lubricating my anal entrance in readiness for her delving fingers. Quivering as the tip of her wet tongue entered my anal aperture, I could feel her inside me, caressing the flesh just inside my anus. Again, I wondered whether the man was pleased with us. There wasn't a great deal you could do with another girl's bottom-hole, I reflected. Apart from fingering and licking, there was nothing.

I felt Elizabeth's finger enter my well-salivated anus and probe deep into my tight rectum. Pushing a second finger into my hot duct, she pistoned my bottom with long slow strokes. I could hear a faint squelching as she repeatedly entered my once-private tube and withdrew, massaging the damp walls of my anal canal. A third finger driving into me, my delicate anal tissue stretching, I breathed deeply and quivered in my rising libido. She was deep inside me, her fingers twisting, bending, manipulating the hot inner core of my teenage body. She knew exactly what to do, and I wondered whether she'd ever been with another girl. Expertly pistoning my anal cylinder, she kissed my naked buttocks, nibbling the firm flesh of my bottom as my gasping grew louder.

I knew that she was trying to force her fist into my bottom as she pushed her fingers deeper into my rectal cavity and twisted her hand. Trying not to complain as my anus stretched to capacity, I let out a whimper of pleasure. Her fist opening me, sliding into my rectum, she sank her teeth into the firm flesh of my buttock. I thought that I'd split open as she pushed hard between my splayed buttocks, her fist gliding slowly into my anal canal, the brown tissue of my anus following the contours on her knuckles. Suddenly, her fist was sucked deep into my arse, the rosebud of my anus stretched tautly around her wrist as my pelvic cavity inflated.

"Very good," the man murmured, moving forward in the chair and gazing at the lewd sight. "Don't ignore the slut's cunt." Grimacing as Elizabeth pushed several fingers into my well-oiled sheath, I let out a yelp as she tried to force her fist into my sex sheath. I couldn't take two fists, I was sure as my outer labia painfully stretched. My lubricious juices of desire lubricating her fingers, running over her fist, she again pushed hard. My anal sphincter muscles hugging the wrist of her other hand, I tried to relax my pelvic muscles to allow her entry to my vaginal cavern.

Her fist suddenly sucked deep into my bloated cunt, my outer love lips enveloping her wrist, I felt my womb convulse. The bloating sensation was amazing. Looking up between my parted thighs, I gazed at the swell of my hairless vaginal lips stretched tautly around her wrist as she began her gentle double pistoning. Rocking my young body back and forth, I listened to the squelching of my love juices as she eagerly fist-fucked my tight ducts. My solid clitoris massaged by her thrusting hand, the sensations of orgasm building within my trembling womb, I knew that I was going to come. I could hear the vaginal squelching growing louder as my juices of lesbian love flowed in torrents from the inflated cavity of my abused cunt.

Rocking my body faster, meeting the girl's thrusting fists, I cried out as my orgasm exploded within the pulsating nodule of my swollen clitoris. The man murmured his approval as my orgasmic milk gushed from the stretched duct of my cunt and coursed down my lesbian lover's arm. Praying that he'd want us both as his slaves, his sexual playthings, I reached behind my back and painfully yanked the glowing orbs of my buttocks wide apart.

"Fuck me," I murmured for his benefit as he knelt on the floor behind me for a better view of the lewd double fisting. "Fist-fuck my beautiful sex holes and then drink my juice from my hot cunt." My climax shaking the very core of my young body, my crude words sending my arousal soaring, I murmured my crudities, vulgar expletives as Elizabeth rammed her fists into my hot ducts with a vengeance. "I want you to lick my beautiful cunt," I gasped. "Lick my clitoris, tongue-fuck my tight arsehole."

My pleasure finally waning, I slowed my rocking, shaking violently as Elizabeth stilled her fists within my hot shafts of lust. Releasing my rounded buttocks and resting my hands on the floor to steady my sagging body, I panted for breath as she slowly twisted her hands, massaging the last ripples of sex from my inner core. As she withdrew her dripping fist from the cavern of my fiery cunt with a loud squelching sound, I felt my anal sphincter muscles spasm, gripping her other fist as if to hold on to her. Collapsing to the floor as she yanked her hand out of my rectum, I lay contorting, writhing, gasping in the aftermath of my beautiful orgasm.

"Lick her hands clean," the man said as he retook his seat. Elizabeth knelt beside me and held her hands close to my face as I looked up at her. Licking first one hand and then the other, I savoured my sex juices, the bittersweet moisture of my rectum. Lapping for all I was worth, fervently sucking and cleansing each finger in turn, I scooped the cream from my inflamed vaginal valley and lapped up my juices of orgasm. Again and again, I licked and sucked my sticky fingers, lapping up my cunt-milk as the man looked on.

"I'll be in touch," he said, rising to his feet and walking to the door.

"Oh, er..." the monk stammered. "We really have to have a decision now. There are others interested in the girls, so..."

"So, let me know if they're still for sale tomorrow."

"Several clients are viewing them this evening. I wouldn't want you to lose such a fine pair of... is it the price? We could negotiate."

"No, it's not the price."

"Then..."

"I'll be honest with you. They're rather old. I was hoping for..."

"Sixteen," the monk grinned. "They're only sixteen. Any younger and they'd not have the experience."

"You have a point," he finally conceded. "Leave me alone with them for a while. They might be able to sway my decision."

"Yes, yes of course," the monk sniggered, ushering the Mother Superior out of the room and closing the door.

"So, you're both sixteen?" he said, walking across the room and sitting in the armchair.

"Yes," we murmured in unison.

"What are you like at cock sucking?"

"Good," Elizabeth smiled.

"Very good," I added.

"Good and very good?" he said, unzipping his trousers. "Let me be the judge."

Kneeling before him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his erect penis out, we both licked his solid veined shaft, ran our tongues over his rolling balls. Fully retracting his fleshy foreskin, I sucked his purple plum into my hot mouth and snaked my wet tongue over its velvety surface as Elizabeth nibbled the loose skin of his scrotum. Moaning softly, he watched us, no doubt adjudicating our oral efforts. He had to buy us, take us away from the nunnery and install us in his London flat. Once there, we'd escape, I was sure. He'd no doubt lock us in while he was away, but we'd escape somehow. He'd have a telephone, there'd be windows, neighbours... as we sucked his knob, licked his shaft and nibbled his hairy scrotum, I knew that our very lives depended on our oral expertise.

Moving up from his balls, Elizabeth mouthed at his ballooning glans, our lips meeting as she kissed me with his purple knob between our wet mouths. Our tongues meeting as we licked his penile globe, tasting his salty helmet, we kneaded his heaving balls with our fingers. Slurping at his cockhead, our full lips pressed together and we snaked our tongues over his silky-smooth knob, we moaned through our noses as he groaned and shuddered, his spunk jetting from his slit and filling our gobbling mouths. Our lips parting, we licked his orgasming knob, his spunk gushing, splattering out faces as we lapped and tongued his twitching organ. Elizabeth wanked his cock-shaft as I fondled his rolling balls, his sperm flowing in torrents from his slit to the accompaniment of his gasps of male pleasure.

His flow of sperm seemingly never-ending, he shuddered and writhed as we sucked his knob, drinking the white liquid of male orgasm from his fountainhead. Again and again his penis twitched, his sperm pumping, his balls draining as he gripped our heads and gently rocked his hips. Our lips pressed together, his throbbing knob locked between our passionate kiss, he let our low moans as his sperm flow began to stem. Cleansing his glans, lapping up the spilled sperm from his deflating shaft, his drained balls, we finally sat back on our heels and licked our wet lips.

"Good," he managed to breathe, his trembling hands zipping his trousers, concealing his salivated cock. "Very good." He clambered to his feet and swayed on his sagging legs as he buckled his belt. Looking down at us, our spunk-dripping faces, he finally walked to the door. That was it, the deed done, the test over. All we had to do was wait for the result of our oral exam. He turned and looked at us again closing the door behind him, leaving us alone with our expectations.

"What do you think?" Elizabeth asked me.

"I think we've done it," I smiled. "We were good, weren't we?"

"I thought so," she grinned. "We're a team."

"Should he only choose one of us," I began.

"I know what you're about to say. Don't worry. If I'm chosen and I manage to get away, I'll send help. What do we do now?"

"No doubt the monk will be back soon," I sighed. "And no doubt I'll be thrown into the dungeon."

Sitting side by side on the sofa, we waited silently for our captors to return. A thought rippled through my mind as I nervously twisted my long blonde hair around my fingers. What if the man turned out to be worse than the monk? We might be chained in a prison cell in his London flat, treated worse than animals. He might beat us and... I had to remain positive, I knew. I had to hold my head above the waters of doubt. But I still couldn't help thinking the worst. Better the devil you know?