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"Convent Penance - 1"
Copyright StoryBondage 2005
"When thy slave girl shall offend thee, thou shalt bring her to meet the
Bishop, by whose sweet chastisement she shall learn the errors of her ways."
(fragment of an ancient parchment)
"Bishop: a large phallus used as a punishment tool, consisting of a vertical
array of metal or stone balls, the topmost being about an inch in diameter,
the one below that an inch and a half, and so forth, the whole mounted on a
heavy stone or metal base. Straps or ropes protruding from the bottom can
be tied to a belt around the victim's waist to prevent her from rising off
the phallus."
Standing in front of the assembled nuns, a young novice is forced to remove
her robes, slowly exposing a lucious body.
A strap is buckled tightly around her neck, her arms forced back over her
head and down behind, strapped together there, thrusting her naked chest
out. The strain on her arms forces her to pull on the neck-strap, and
almost immediately her face starts to redden, her nostrils flaring as she
sucks desperately for air.
The Abbot calls out to the assembled nuns that she is an image of the Devil,
and that she will be punished that they may learn to avoid evil ways.
The Bishop is dragged forward by two straining Brothers and positioned in
front of the weeping nun. The tapering top of the evil-looking post, stained
with the dried saliva, cum and blood of other punished nuns, is adjusted so
it's at the height of the nun's cunt.
"Now, Sister", the Abbot says in a stern voice, "You must kiss the Bishop
and pray for his forgiveness".
The young nun looks at him pleadingly, whereupon a Sister slashes a leather
strap vigourously across her bare bottom. The girl begs, crying, and the
Sister whips her again.
"Know, sinner, that you shall be whipped thusly until you do as I say and
kiss the Bishop!" bellows the Abbot.
The crying girl bends forward with difficulty, her big breasts swaying
heavily, and puts her mouth on the top of the phallus. A Sister quickly
grabs the back of her neck and forces her head down, jamming the top ball
into the poor nun's mouth. She chokes, bucking and twisting, her boobs
swinging wildly as another Sister wraps a rope around her neck and ties it
down to a ring on the Bishop, preventing the girl from dislodging the huge
phallus in her mouth.
"Now Sisters", says the Abbot, "Let this poor sinner have the first of her
corrections, that she may offer up her body to the glory of God."
A burly Sister approaches the bound nun's ass, holding a leather tawse.
Striking suddenly, the Sister lashes strokes left and right across the
helpless novice's taut ass-cheeks, almost immediately raising pink welts as
the screaming girl wiggles her butt, long legs kicking wildly. The
whipping goes on for some time, until the nun's sweating, shiny body sags in
exhaustion, her ass a swollen mass of firey pink lines.
The Abbott's excitement is clear by the bulge in his robes, and he now
commands "Tighten the ropes." Grimly, the two sisters lean on the bound
nun's head, driving the Bishop into her throat. The ropes are
re-tightened, and the bound girl thrashes and chokes helplessly. "Now, leave
her with me" , commands the Abbott. Smirking, the sisters retire. Opening
his habit, the Abbott positions himself behind the groaning girl, kicks her
legs apart, and crying out "For the glory of God!," plunges his swollen
member into her.
In the corridor outside, the sisters listen, hands furtively moving inside
their robes, as the choked squeals go on and on ...