The same could not be said of the nuns in the hall. It was obvious they were now struggling with the sudden, bewildering feelings of inner turmoil and lust. They were aligned along two long tables running down the length of the hall. Those that were sitting alone could indulge the fire in their bodies by inconspicuously using one hand to rub themselves through their habits under the table. Sister Agnes guessed that as long as their lust didn't build any further they probably could escape without more overtly displaying their shameful state. But the nuns sitting in groups were another matter. They were desperately trying to compose themselves, fidgeting on the benches red faced and sweating profusely. Every now and then a small sigh would escape their lips as another stab of desire coursed through them. Sister Agnes could only imagine how they were feeling, she had never experienced such a powerful need deep within herself as these poor women were experiencing. Something had to give.
Then a pretty little redhead sitting bunched between two sisters let out a loud moan and planted her hands on her perky breasts, rubbing them vigorously in plain sight. The other nuns stared open-mouthed. But their faces didn't register reprimand or even shock. Only lust and longing. The redhead thrust her chest forward, alternatively massaging her tits in her hands and using her fingers to tease her swollen nipples. Her sisters sitting around her watched enthralled, not even noticing their own hands now running over their own bodies.
Meanwhile, on the other table, things were also getting out of hand. Sitting in the midst of a group of her sisters was an authoritative sister in her early thirties. Her voluptuous body was shaking with pent-up lust, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands held the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were white. Her blonde tresses were glued to her sweaty forehead. The other nuns around her were watching her, as if they were waiting for a sign from her allowing them to give into their wanton lust. Some of them had their hands clasped, as if praying that the authoritative nun might shake off her desire and safe the lot of them. Others were watching as if they secretly hoped they'd be allowed to give in to their indulges in total abandonment. They did not have to wait long, as the voluptuous blonde suddenly released the table and grabbed the sister sitting next to her. Pulling her face towards her own the blonde fastened her mouth over the other's and began to noisily kiss her. In only few moments the two of them were at it like rabbits, kissing and licking each other's faces while running their hands over each other's bodies.
Back on the first table the red-head was becoming totally lost in her own abandonment. She now had her habit up by her waist, displaying her white thighs and soaked undergarments. Suddenly the nun sitting on her right side dived her head between the red-head's legs, excitedly running her tongue over the panty-clad pussy mound. The red-head moaned even louder, her whole body convulsing in spasms as a powerful orgasm raced through her. Opening her lust-glazed eyes, her tongue lolling obscenely out of the corner of her mouth, she thrust her hips forward while pressing her hands on the back of the head of the young nun between her thighs. Her panties had now been ripped apart, exposing her engorged pussy leaking cunt-juices. The teasing, sexy smell was more than the other nuns around them could bear and they attacked each other in a sexual frenzy where reason and composure had long since withered away, leaving only all-consuming desire and lust that had to be quenched.
The same scenario was developing on the other table, as the nuns went at each other seeking outlet for their crazed sexual lust. Those nuns that until now had been secretly rubbing themselves sitting in some corner joined in the fray and everywhere Sister Agnes looked she saw either nuns furiously masturbating in plain sight, or two or more nuns ripping their habits off and licking and sucking every bit of flesh in sight.
Sister Agnes felt not only her eyes being assaulted by the gruesome sight, but also her other senses. A strong aroma of sex juices hung in the air and the cries of pleasure were building to a crescendo as one sister after another had the most powerful, or the first, orgasm of their lives, only to build up to another and then another. The scene in the dining hall was now like that of the worst brothel or harem, with dozens of naked women writhing on the floor and tables eagerly using their tongue and fingers to pleasure others and be pleasured themselves. Any signs of decency, composure or religious piety had long since vanished. Sister Agnes knew it was time to leave, as there was nothing she or the sisters with her could do to help their poor, unfortunate sisters. Although Sister Agnes was sure that the nuns screaming in pleasure in the dining hall didn't see themselves as being unfortunate.
She was about to ask her untainted sisters to turn and leave with her, when she saw that Sister Mary had joined the fray. She had entered through the door leading to the kitchen and now stood in the middle of the dining hall, stark naked stroking her enormous cock, reveling in the sight and sounds around her. Seeing Sister Mary's dripping cock made Sister Agnes realize what her possessed former friend had done. Sister Mary had snuck into the kitchen after mass and proceeded to dispersing her demon seed into the food laid out for breakfast. Sister Agnes could picture the scene quite easily; Sister Mary, her habit up around her waist, squatting over the soup pot, furiously jacking off until glob after glob of the corrupting white seed sprayed out and mixed with the soup. The whole thing probably only took a couple of minutes, completed while the kitchen staff was out fetching fresh milk. By the time they returned Sister Mary had her habit back in place, an innocent smile on her lips. At least it meant that she and her little group of sisters were save, as none of them had yet eaten.
Looking back into the dining hall Sister Agnes saw that a couple of sex-crazed nuns were kneeling in front of Sister Mary, enthusiastically licking and sucking her cock. Both of them were quite young and Sister Agnes was sure neither of them hadn't even seen a cock before in their lives, let alone touched one. But the same had applied to Sister Mary only the day before and only went to show that once the lust had taken you experience didn't matter.
Sister Agnes noticed that the two younger nuns in her entourage, Sister Karen and Sister Eliza, were craning their necks to get a better look at Sister Mary. She realized that she hadn't told the two nuns about Sister Mary's transformation, which explained their curiosity at such a spectacle. All of a sudden the curtain they were hiding behind ripped and Sister Eliza tumbled on the floor. She had been leaning too heavily on the curtain and her weight had ripped it. Sister Agnes looked up and saw that Sister Mary was looking at them, as were several of the other nuns, a hungry look in their eyes. She knew there was no time to waste, she hoisted Sister Eliza to her feet, then turn and ran. She heard the other three nuns follow close on her heels, but she feared more than them might follow.
Once outside Sister Josephine took control and guided them to her classroom. She didn't take the direct route, but twisted and turned through some narrow corridors to throw any pursuers off the scent. The ploy worked as none followed them into the classroom. Only when Sister Agnes had made sure they were not being followed did she notice that the classroom was still occupied by the young nuns Sister Josephine had been instructing earlier in the morning. Obviously, when Sister Josephine told someone to stay, they stayed, even if it meant missing breakfast. For the first time this morning, Sister Agnes could afford to smile. The rest of the convent might be lost, but at least they now had six more allies, albeit young and confused.
"We cannot stay here," Sister Josephine said. "They will find us eventually and we can't barricade this room adequately. I suggest we move at once to one of the secure rooms in the inner building. The masonry is strong there and so are the doors. We should hurry before the... orgy in the dining hall ends. Once we're there we can decide what to do." The other nuns quickly agreed and again Sister Josephine led them through twisting tunnels and secret doors to one of the large rooms at the back of the convent.
"This was once the room of the abates, before the new section was built a century ago," Sister Josephine explained while she locked the door. "There is water and toilet here and this door can withstand a siege. Now all we need is some food and time to think. But first, we shall pray."
A table in one corner held a large cross and the ten shaken nuns knelt in front of it. Sister Josephine led the prayers. Sister Agnes had never prayed as fervently as she did now, because she feared only a divine intervention was enough to save them and this convent from falling into the evil clutches of the devil. But maybe even a miracle was not enough.
"This is enough," Sister Josephine declared. "Let's head back."
"We must make a detour," Sister Agnes said. "I must go to my room and fetch some books on the occult. They might hold the answer to how we can defeat this evil thing that is threatening to take over the whole convent."
Sister Josephine regarded Sister Agnes for a few moments, before nodding her head. Sister Agnes knew the risk they were taking, but she also knew it was necessary. She had no idea what they could do on their own; the books were their only chance.
The group hurried to the living area. There were more nuns here and on a few occasions they almost stumbled right into full-blown orgies. But they remained hidden and thanked the Lord for the fortune of not running into Sister Mary. Sister Agnes could only imagine what she was up to.
Once in her room Sister Agnes quickly dug out her trusted bag of books she always carried with her. The bag contained the most vital and comprehensive books on the occult she knew and she only hoped they contained the information they needed.
The group left as quickly as it entered, Sister Agnes hoisting her bag over her shoulder along with the food sack. The weight almost brought her to her knees, but she gritted her teeth and carried on. Sister Josephine was even more careful on the way back. Several times she had them waiting in some dark alcove for minutes on end before proceeding. In a way, Sister Agnes fumed with impatience over the delays, but at least they gave her the opportunity to unburden her load. Hoisting it back over her shoulders was increasingly becoming a test of willpower and just when she thought she would give up, they finally arrived. She let the sack and her books slid to the floor with a loud sigh, massaging her aching shoulders.
The nuns attacked the food with vigor and Sister Agnes felt how her spirit lifted as her strength returned. Soon, the group was chatting excitedly about their possibilities, their mood not nearly as bleak as it had been in the morning.
"The big question is," Sister Josephine said, "whether we should try to leave the convent, or stay and seek a solution ourselves."
"I think we should leave so we can get in touch with higher church authorities, maybe they know what to do." Sister Eliza said.
"I'm not sure," Sister Agnes replied with her mouth stuffed half full with bread. "I have as good a knowledge of the occult as anyone in Rome, and I think we should stay here and fight this evilness from the inside. If we leave, we may never have the chance of entering again. Remember, this convent is built like a fortress."
The nuns debated the matter for hours, discussing the situation from every possible angle. Despite Sister Agnes' arguments, in the end the overall consensus was to leave the convent and call for outside assistance. Sister Agnes was disappointed, but she had to agree with Sister Josephine, that their little group was not likely to succeed.
"We will wait here until it is dark before leaving," Sister Josephine was saying. "We have to cross the front yard and we don't want to do that in broad daylight."
The nuns settled in, some of them went back to praying, others sat quietly chatting, giving each other support. The half a dozen young nuns were still confused about the whole state of affairs, even after Sister Josephine explained the gist of it. Their pure, innocent minds just weren't capable of fathoming such a monstrous development. To some extent, Sister Agnes envied their peaceful ignorance. Yet it also scared her, knowing their ignorance also made them easy pickings, just as the earlier episode in the dining hall had demonstrated all too clearly. Steeling her resolve, Sister Agnes was determined not to let the same demonic powers that had corrupted the rest of the convent get to these girls, she would make their safety her responsibility.
With renewed vigor, Sister Agnes started to rummage through her bag of books and set out in search for a solution; if one of these books provided an answer, she was determined to find it. She poured over the ancient texts for hours, until her eyes were bleary and her head ached. She hadn't found anything yet. It was now time for evening mass, which Sister Josephine directed. After eating dinner Sister Josephine suggested they would rest so they would be fresh later in the night. The nuns arranged their sleeping places as best they could and, after making sure the door was securely locked, were soon fast asleep.
Sister Agnes was asleep almost the moment she closed her eyes. Having lived a sheltered, unadventurous life for so long the dramatic events of the last few days wore her out. Then the dreams started. She knew these dreams. They were the same she had had the night after discovering the secret room. The lewd images she had witnessed the past couple of days mingled with her own repressed sexuality, creating a heady mixture that had her sweating and moaning in no time. Female flesh rolled before her eyes, offering itself to her. Naked nuns with nothing but their veils crawled around, over and under her, pressing their fevered bodies into hers, probing her every orifice with their tongues and fingers. It felt so wonderful. So free and vibrant. An existence where nothing mattered other than pleasuring and being pleasured. She felt as if these words where being whispered to her, suggestive and friendly. It would be so easy to give in. To join her sisters in Sapphic delights now and forever. So easy.
Somebody was shaking her, but Sister Agnes rolled over and tried to re-capture her wonderful dream. But the shaking was persistent and she grudgingly opened her eyes. She was about to lash out at whomever had awaken her when the reality came crashing home. She had almost given in. Maybe had, if she hadn't been woken. Sister Agnes looked up into the eyes of Sister Josephine, whose mouth was set in a firm determination. Sister Agnes looked around and saw that most of the sisters were already awake. Those that weren't were thrashing around, moaning. Sister Josephine moved over to them and shook them until they awoke. Sister Agnes felt shame pour over her, and by the look in the eyes of the other nuns, she wasn't the only one feeling embarrassed.
It was now the middle of the night and Sister Josephine ordered them to get dressed and ready themselves for leaving. Sister Agnes was glad to occupy her mind with something else and before long the ten nuns were ready.
Sister Josephine led the little group out, reminding everyone to stay quiet. The nuns quickly moved through the silent convent and were soon out in the air. Sister Agnes took deep breaths, sensing her jingly nerves sooth as the fresh night air filled her lungs. Sister Josephine urged them on and they made their way through the front yard, pressing their backs against the walls wherever possible. Soon they were at the gatehouse. To Sister Agnes' dismay she saw light in the windows. Creeping close they peeked through them. What they saw took their breaths away. Inside the small gatehouse a full-blown orgy was taking place. At least eight stark naked nuns lay around the floor kissing and licking each other. In the middle of the room, sitting on a chair, was Sister Mary, laughing and screaming with pleasure. She had one nun lodged between her thighs furiously licking her pussy, while another nun was riding her cock like her live depended on it. She bounced energetically up and down the thick shaft, her face a mask of utter bliss.
The sinful sight was mesmerizing the young nuns, but Sister Agnes and Sister Josephine managed to avert their eyes. Then the two of them hurriedly ushered the other nuns away. It was obvious they were not going to escape through the front gate tonight.
"Is there another way out?" Sister Agnes asked hopefully.
"Alas, none that I know off," Sister Josephine sighed. "I fear that Sister Mary has set herself up at the gatehouse with the specific intent of keeping us locked in."
Sister Agnes contemplated this. As much as she had wanted to stay earlier in the day, she now desperately wanted to get away. She feared falling asleep, fearing she would give in to the loathsome dreams of desire. But there was no choice in the matter, they had to stay here for another day at least.
The group that had set out an hour earlier in high spirits, entered the dusty chambers they now regarded as 'home' with despairing hearts. None of them relished the thought of spending another day here.
Sister Josephine took Sister Agnes aside, leading her to the small bathroom that adjoined the outer room.
"We must do something, and that quickly. I fear for the souls of the young nuns, they haven't got the experience we have in fighting the guiles of the dark one. Did you find something of use in those books of yours?"
"Not exactly. I have found no specific references to a demonic penis that attaches itself to female bodies, seducing them. But I have found some texts that mention to the same kind of powers. I think the evil forces we are dealing with are not those of the penis itself, but where it comes from."
"The hidden room?" Sister Josephine asked. Sister Agnes nodded.
"I think we must try to bar it up in order to cut the connection between what powers lie behind it and the demon penis." Sister Agnes said.
"Would that be enough, you think?"
"I hope so. At least that's the only thing I can think of."
"Then that is what we must try. You stay here and try to find out more in those books of yours. I'll take a few girls with me to help me board up the door to that cursed room."
Having said that, Sister Josephine left Sister Agnes and immediately picked out three of her young protégés to follow her on this dangerous mission. Sister Agnes wanted to talk this over a bit more, but she didn't have a better idea and decided to allow the forceful Sister Josephine to try out this daring move. Maybe it would work, and if it didn't they would just come back and think of something else. There was no harm in trying, was there?
Sister Josephine decided not to enter the cellar through the main entrance in the library, but through another little used entrance much closer. Again, she praised her curiosity as a young girl when she first entered the convent. She had spent weeks wandering around the old convent, discovering places few if any had visited for years, even decades. Her intimate knowledge of the layout of the convent had sure come in handy these last few unbelievable hours. She still had a hard time coming to grips with what was happening - her beloved convent, once a place of peace and quiet, had suddenly turned topsy-turvy and she had only a faint idea why and how it had all happened.
Sister Josephine was skeptical that bordering up the door to the hidden room would accomplish much, but that didn't deter her. At the very least, it would mean that Sister Mary could no longer communicate with what evil forces lay behind the door. The mission would also have the important side effect of raising the spirits of the young nuns. Sister Josephine knew how important it was for them to feel that something was being done. She suspected that if the lot of them had cooped up in the dusty room for hours, with nothing to do but think about their impending doom, then their morale had quickly drained, leaving them easy pickings for any ruse Sister Mary decided to pull. No, Sister Josephine was determined to keep the young sisters busy, she was not going to let them fall prey to some foul plot conceived by the twisted Sister Mary.
The short journey down into the cellar was uneventful. The parts they traveled through were uninhabited and they met no one. They entered the cellar at the back end, but the hidden room was actually closer from here than the main entrance. Before making their way to the room, they first stopped by to pick up some wooden planks and tools. Armed with this they arrived at the hidden room. The door was still firmly closed and there was no sign of anything untoward, except from a faint light from under the door. Sister Josephine sighed in relief, as usual her pessimistic character feared the worst.
She quickly sorted her companions out and set them to their tasks. Before long they had boarded up the door, apart from a mere foot at the bottom. They had run out of planks and Sister Josephine sent one of the young girls, Sister Agatha to fetch more. Suddenly, she saw a surge in the light coming from under the door, but before she could warn the two sisters kneeling by it to back away the lowest part of the door shattered into fragments, bathing the nuns in otherworldly light. Sister Nina, kneeling closest screamed in terror as two hideous tentacles shot through the opening, one wrapping itself around her throat, the other grabbing her by the waist. The tentacles were the color of flesh, with red bulbous heads oozing white fluid. The tentacles began to drag poor Sister Nina under the broken door, the girl feebly pulling at the tentacles.
Sister Josephine shouted at the other girl kneeling right behind Sister Nina gaping at the sight.
"Sister Margaret, seize her, don't let her be dragged in! Sister Agatha! Come back here now!" Sister Josephine shouted, trying to get some sort of control over the fast-evolving situation. Sister Margaret grabbed Sister Nina by the knees and started to pull back. Sister Nina was already half way through the opening, but Sister Margaret managed to drag her back until her head was back out. But the tentacles wouldn't let go and Sister Margaret wasn't strong enough to pull Sister Nina completely free. Sister Agatha was now back and Sister Josephine ordered her to help. The passage to the door was too narrow for Sister Agatha to squeeze by, so she had to grab Sister Margaret by the waist and pull at her. The three of them knelt in their awkward positions, frantically trying to disengage Sister Nina from the assaulting tentacles, with Sister Josephine standing behind them shouting encouragements.
No matter how hard the three girls pulled they never managed to drag Sister Nina further than a little outside the door. Each time they seemed to be succeeding the tentacles started pulling a bit harder, negating their efforts. Soon, the three young nuns were panting, desperation setting in. All of a sudden, the tip of the tentacle wrapped around Sister Nina's throat plunged into her mouth, muffling out her scream of fear. The tentacle forced its way deep down her throat, then swiftly pulled out again before thrusting in once again. It started to rape her mouth mercilessly, still wrapped around her neck.
The other tentacle made its move moments later, releasing Sister Nina's waist only to plunge down between her legs and into her habit. From there it quickly moved upwards, dragging the hem of the habit along with it. It surged over her backside and along her back, appearing again at her neckline. The tentacle continued to writhe inside the habit of the terrified nun, ripping it slowly at the seams, exposing more and more of her tender flesh. In the space of only two minutes Sister Nina's habit lay in tatters by her knees, leaving only her bra and panties. But the tentacle wasn't through yet, it squirmed between her breasts, ripping the bra off in one stroke, then doing the same with her panties. Sister Nina was now kneeling there naked, her mouth stuffed with one tentacle while another rubbed every inch of her body.
Sister Margaret had lost her grip momentarily while the habit was being ripped off, but she now again held Sister Nina by her bare knees, grunting in effort, her face only inches from Sister Nina's exposed buttocks.
Sister Josephine had watched the proceeding with dismay. She was wracking her brain for some solution, but none presented itself. She listened distraught to Sister Nina's muffled cries. Her dismay grew when she noticed her cries began to change in tone. It seemed she no longer was crying in pain and terror, but in wondrous joy. Indeed, when Sister Josephine peered at her face just visible under the door she saw that Sister Nina's face wasn't registering fear and revulsion any more, but amazed pleasure. Although one of her hands still grabbed the tentacle in her mouth, it wasn't trying to tug it out, but forcing it further in.
"Get her out! Now!" Sister Josephine shouted in frustration. Reason told her she should get the other two nuns out of there and leave Sister Nina be, but her pride and protective nature overrode reason, compelling her to urge the other girls to get Sister Nina safe. Sister Margaret and Sister Agatha redoubled their efforts, but to no avail. With Sister Nina no longer trying to get free the other nuns could hardly budge her.
Sister Nina was now totally gone, a willing participant in the depraved assaults of the twin tentacles. She gobbled on the tentacle in her mouth like a seasoned whore and moaned in ecstasy as the other tentacle briefly touched her engorged pussy, which was now leaking cunt-juices profusely, covering her inner thighs and dripping on the floor. She now had both her hands thrusting the tentacle into her mouth and no longer supporting her body. Her chest lay against the floor and she brazenly rubbed her aching nipples against the rough stone texture. The move thrust her ass into the air and Sister Josephine noticed with disgust how the muscles in her pussy and ass were rapidly contracting like a bitch in heat. For a moment Sister Nina removed the tentacle from her mouth.
"Lick me, Margaret, please lick me. I need it so badly!" she moaned, before resuming her slobbering work on the tentacle.
Sister Margaret looked up momentarily from her position between the legs of Sister Nina, but disregarded the obscene words. If she was at all affected by the inflamed pussy right in front of her face, she didn't show it and Sister Josephine admired her resolve.
"That's it, Sister Margaret. Don't listen to her. Let's just get her free and then we can all leave," she said encouragingly. Sister Josephine refused to belief that Sister Nina was beyond redemption. She was such as nice, piteous young woman that traces of decency must still be left in her despite all evidence to the contrary.
"Please, Sister Nina, fight the temptation, I know you can. Just listen to the voice of our Lord in your heart and you can defeat this evil. You are strong, you can do it. Please listen to me!" Sister Josephine went on, hoping her voice would get through to the young nun in her lust-filled mind. 'She couldn't succumb so easily,' Sister Josephine thought. 'Her faith is strong, she must be able to fight this.' Just then, the tentacle roaming the body of young Sister Nina made a sudden dash for the struggling Sister Margaret. It weaved around her before streaking between her legs, much the same as it had did earlier with Sister Nina, dragging the habit up her legs and over her back.
"No! Watch out!" Sister Josephine cried out in warning. But it was too late.
Ripping off the undergarments with equal vigor the tentacle wrapped itself around Sister Margaret's waist and held the panicky sister in a vice. The tentacle didn't stop there, instead the tip of it drove down, squeezing between Sister Margaret's ass cheeks, where it rubbed against her ass and pussy in the most obscene manner. Then, it changed course slightly and forced its way into Sister Margaret's ass. The distraught nun screamed in pain, tears streaming down her lovely cheeks. The tentacle plunged several inches in, then started pounding Sister Margaret's asshole forcefully.
"No!, Please, take it out!" Sister Margaret cried. "Please, Sister Josephine, make it stop! It hurts!"
Sister Josephine couldn't take it, she grabbed one of the hammers they had used earlier and started hitting the tentacle fucking poor Sister Margaret as hard as she could. But the sponge-like tentacle yielded easily to her blows and never even missed a stride. Sister Josephine gave up in disgust, throwing the hammer away.
The thrusting tentacle pushed Sister Margaret into Sister Nina's backside, Sister Margaret now had to place her hands on Sister Nina's quivering bum to keep herself steady. Sister Margaret kept her tear-stained face downcast, but this meant the top of her headgear actually rubbed against Sister Nina's pussy, making her shout in pleasure.
The tentacle buried in Sister Margaret's asshole suddenly ejaculated, spewing hot cum deep into her bowels. Sister Margaret screamed, then let out a sigh of relief as the tentacle withdrew from her ass, its tip still dripping.
The two tentacles now resumed their attempts to drag the nuns under the door. Sister Nina, with no one holding onto her, went quite easily, mewling in pleasure as she disappeared under the door. But Sister Margaret fought the tentacle that had just finished raping her tooth and nail and Sister Agatha did the same. The tentacle managed to drag Sister Margaret up to the door, but no further.
"I have her, Sister Josephine," Sister Agatha declared triumphantly.
"That's it," the older nun replied. "Now don't let go of her. Sister Nina may be lost, but we can still safe Sister Margaret."
The sister in question had quit crying, but an occasional sob still wracked her naked body. Her eyes were firmly closed, as if she was trying to fight some inner demon. Sister Josephine guessed that the seed deposited by the tentacle was slowly corrupting the mind and body of the young nun. There wasn't a moment to lose. Maybe if they could get Sister Margaret out and rushed her back to Sister Agnes, she would know a way to reverse the evil influence of the seed.
Sister Agatha sensed Sister Josephine's anxiety and used every ounce of her strength to pull out her fellow nun and close friend. But in her frantic haste, she didn't pay enough attention to Sister Margaret.
Beads of sweat covered her forehead and it was obvious her body was in a state of high arousal, though she still managed to keep it bottled up. Yet a momentary slip of her resolve was enough to make her sphincter contract, sending a gob of demon seed sailing from her ass and directly into the mouth of Sister Agatha grunting right behind her. Sister Agatha blinked in surprise, then started coughing and spewing.
"No, don't let go!" Sister Josephine shouted, but Sister Agatha didn't hear her. Sister Josephine shoved the nun away and grabbed Sister Margaret by her feet just as she was about to disappear under the door. Throwing herself backwards, she got enough momentum to drag Sister Margaret back out, but only just. Settling herself on her knees, still holding firmly onto Sister Margaret's ankles, Sister Josephine began a tug-of-war with not one, but two tentacles holding onto Sister Margaret.
Sister Agatha was lying on the floor, still trying to clear her mouth of the foul seed, though she knew she had already swallowed much of it on instinct the moment it entered her mouth. She crawled over to a crate and sat up, clasping her hands in prayer.
Sister Margaret seemed to hardly notice that she was being pulled forcefully this way and that. Her body was almost limp, her hands unconsciously running over it, teasing every erogenous zone they could find. When she felt the first onrush of tingling sexual emotions in her, she had focused her mind on the Virgin Mary, praying in her mind for absolution from her torments. The image of Christ's mother had kept the worst at bay, keeping her mind free even if her body had already betrayed her. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to focus, the image kept changing, instead of the serene Virgin Mary standing before her she suddenly saw Sister Nina, naked and dripping wet. Then the image changed into Sister Mary, with her huge cock proudly protruding from her loins. When Sister Margaret finally managed to see the Virgin Mary again the image had changed. The serene face was now a mask of lust and her modest robes had been replaced by a garter belt and socks and nothing else. Her sex beckoned and when she opened her arms inviting Sister Margaret to join her, she couldn't refuse.
Sister Josephine sensed that Sister Margaret was lost, yet her stubborn will would not let Sister Margaret go, while there was still chance to safe her. She saw that one of the tentacles was making its way towards her, but she beat it back while still holding on to the young nun. The tentacle assaulted her again, but she managed to repel it a second time. Then the tentacle grabbed her by the wrist, leaving her only one hand free to pull on Sister Margaret. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out, but she was not going to leave Sister Margaret behind. She looked back and saw that Sister Agatha was still deep in prayer.
"Sister Agatha, go back. Leave us and go tell Sister Agnes what has happened here. If I manage to free Sister Margaret we will join you soon," she shouted. She noticed the futility in her voice, but also the steely determination not to retreat. Sister Agatha looked up and surveyed the scene before her, the delirious Sister Margaret oozing sexuality and the struggling Sister Josephine kneeling behind her.
Sister Josephine tried to shake off the tentacle holding on to her wrist. She even tried to bite it to pry it lose. It didn't work. The other tentacle wasn't even trying to pull Sister Margaret in now, instead it was allowing her to suck on to it with total abandonment. Tears of frustration formed in Sister Josephine's eyes as she tried to gain control of the situation. Then she felt hands on her ass and looking back she saw that Sister Agatha was on her knees behind her.
"That's it, Sister Agatha," she shouted hopefully. "Pull us out."
But the hands on her ass didn't pull. They roamed her broad backside, exploring it. Sister Josephine looked Sister Agatha in the eyes in alarm and saw that Sister Agatha had a faraway look in her eyes, like that of a person listening to the commands of some inner voice that had been silent all her life. The hands roaming her ass were moving down, stroking her thighs, then calves. Then they started moving back up, this time on the inside of Sister Josephine's habit.
"No, Sister Agatha! Don't do this," Sister Josephine pleaded. "Go, go back. Please, don't do this!"
Sister Agatha's assault was relentless. Soon, the habit was bunched up around Sister Josephine's waist and Sister Agatha literally ripped her panties off. Her hands again began exploring Sister Josephine's backside, now much more adventurous. They quickly found their way to Sister Josephine's pussy, merrily rubbing the hairy twat.
Sister Josephine gasped when Sister Agatha's pink tongue touched her clit. She wasn't the least bit aroused when Sister Agatha began her assault, but her body couldn't deny the pleasure it was being given. Yet Sister Josephine didn't despair. The other nuns had given in because of the evil powers that had entered their bodies and corrupted them. Nothing of the sort had happened to her and she was confident she could quash any sexual feelings she would have. If only Sister Margaret would stop wriggling her pretty little ass right in front of her...
Sister Agatha had never licked a pussy before in her life. She hadn't even contemplated such a thing. To her, like most women of the cloth, the genital area was a zone of forbidden pleasures that any God-fearing person should stay well away from. Even her monthly periods made her cringe in shame. But now she was happily licking and sucking on the pussy of her teacher, whom she looked up to and admired much. She so wanted to please her, to share with her the feelings that had taken hold of her body and mind. At first she had used her tongue tentatively, engaged in such an unfamiliar, but oh-so exciting, activity. She slowly increased her pace, spurred on by the first signs of arousal in the target pussy. The smell that teased her nose was the sweetest and most exhilarating she had ever encountered, it was driving her mad with desire. Her mouth, lips and tongue were all over Sister Josephine's cunt and Sister Agatha could feel the tension slowly easing out of the body she was assailing. When she trust a finger up Sister Josephine's but she finally got the response she had been waiting for; a loud moan escaping the lips of her mentor.
Sister Josephine's mind was in a turmoil. At first, feelings of despair and wild panic had built up, only to be overwhelmed by feelings of deep desire. Sister Josephine had had her share of sexual arousal in the past, all thankfully conquered, but this new feeling was unlike anything she had encountered before. It was like a sexual awakening deep within her, a sexual revelation that threatened to unravel everything she stood for. She imagined it something akin to animalistic lust, primal desire that overrode everything else. Next to this irresistible feeling things such as reason and logic paled. Even thinking was hard. Sister Josephine had once read what the signs of arousal were, faster pulse, heavier breathing, stiffening nipples, hot and flustered skin. She was sensing all those things now. And why did Sister Margaret have to have such a lovely, lickable cunt?
The tentacle holding Sister Josephine's wrist let go. The nun didn't notice, her eyes transfixed on Sister Margaret's pussy in front of her. Neither did Sister Josephine notice when the tentacle slithered into her habit, pressing against her hot flesh. When her cloths were ripped from her body she hardly blinked. Her pussy was now on fire, the focal point of her pent up desire so great that it hardly seemed to fit in her body. Sister Agatha was squealing in delight at all the yummy cunt-juices flowing from the pussy she loved to lick and caress.
With shaking hands, Sister Josephine dragged herself towards Sister Margaret, who was still contently slurping on a tentacle-cock. A small voice inside Sister Josephine's head was screaming 'No!' as the lust-crazed nun pushed her tongue into the pussy-folds of Sister Margaret, to the latter's great delight. But the rest of her was screaming 'Yes! Yes!' and the moment her tongue hit Sister Margaret's pussy she felt herself cum so powerfully she literally saw stars.
Fifteen minutes later the three nuns were still at it. Sister Agatha and Sister Margaret were now engaged in a frisky 69 - a term neither had ever heard mentioned, but which they were now eagerly finding out all about. Meanwhile, Sister Josephine was entertaining the two tentacles, with one stuck in her throat, while the other rode her ass. She was standing upright and so powerful were the thrusts of the tentacle in her ass she was lifted into the air with each upward thrust. If her mouth hadn't been fully occupied she would have screamed in pleasure. Instead, she let a small mewl suffice.
Another fifteen minutes later there was no sign of the nuns, or the tentacles. The lower half of the door was still a gaping hole, but the eerie light was very faint. It still managed to illuminate the floor in front of the door, littered with habits ripped in half, destroyed undergarments and a shoe that once belonged to Sister Josephine. She wouldn't need it where she was now.