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Convent School Hell FFFggggggg/F, Fdom, gdom, ped, nc, bd, sad, tort, 
ws, scat

by Jessica Rael & Sarah Johnson

Shelly ran through the check-in gate at Newark, New Jersey and hit the 
ground in London without breaking stride; almost literally, as her 
constant fidgeting had drawn more than a few glares from the guy seated 
to her left and the woman in front. But if you're going to run away then 
you run… right? No point in walking. Well, that's how Shelly saw it 
anyway. Damien had been such a shit, and turned out to be more like the 
kid in the old movie than was comfortable. Shelly had known he'd been 
stealing from her about two weeks into the relationship, but guys have a 
lot of pride she thought, he needs it or he wouldn't take… he's just too 
embarrassed to ask etc. etc. etc. 'Way to go Shelly,' she'd muttered to 
herself on the plane, 'thirty-six, shit broke, no friends, no job'. 
Well, she could blame Damien for the money… and the friends? She'd stuck 
up for the shit when they tried to tell her, and so they drifted away. 
The job was her fault, if she hadn't been so obsessed with her 
relationship; been a little more grounded perhaps… anyway, they were 
right to fire her. It taken then a little while to get round to it, 
mainly because Dave, her boss, had a thing for her. She might be 
thirty-six but she had one of those long, lithe figures that always 
looked fifteen years younger, and she was quite a looker… plus having 
thick, wavy blonde hair never hurt when it came to eliciting sympathy 
from men, nor the disproportionately large breasts (the only useful 
thing her mother ever gave her). But it couldn't last, being cute just 
held them off a while, then the axe fell. So that left Shelly with 
nothing basically… an alcoholic mother somewhere in Nowhere Ville, 
Illinois who didn't even remember she had a daughter, but fuck all else 
basically - except her car. A neat little convertible that she couldn't 
afford to run anymore, but she sold it for twenty thousand dollars, 
bought a plane ticket and headed east.

             The first big shock was how little her dollars were worth 
on the other side of the Atlantic, and just how unbelievably expensive 
London was. A possible solution was suggested to her by a barmaid in a 
London pub, the girl had started talking to her as Shelly sat at the bar 
trying to stem her rising panic and misgivings with liberal amounts of 
vodka and coke.

             "You should go to Ireland," the girl had suggested.

             "Really?" said Shelly, "isn't it like… all farms and 
fields? I sort of imagined it being like the Midwest where I grew up… to 
be honest Darlene…"

             "Arlene," the girl corrected.

             "Sorry… Arlene, but I see myself as a city girl now".

             "Dublin's a wonderful place, not quite London but maybe 
that'll be good for you right now if you know what I mean," the girl 
winked at Shelly but she was too drunk to know what she might be hinting 
at. "Anyway, I have a friend there, she'll put you up till you find your 
feet 'and' it's a heck of lot cheaper. That bit of cash you were telling 
me about will go a whole lot further in Ireland than it will here".

             The next morning Shelly woke up with a headache, and a 
piece of paper with an address in Dublin and the name 'Brenna' scrawled 
on it. Shelly swallowed a couple of headache pills and dialed the airline.



Brenna opened her mouth slowly, allowing the man to jab at her teeth 
with his dick in frustration, it was all a heady mix to the cute little 
redhead - teasing… yeah that was fun. Getting fucked in the ass and the 
pussy while she sucked this guy off? That was wild. Getting paid for it? 
That was unbelievable. The guy she was straddling rammed his short but 
pleasantly thick shaft into her pussy, he was being gentle, which made 
Brenna giggle. She told them she was a virgin, that she was only doing 
this because she was desperate and needed the money. The stupid fuckers 
had believed her. Men? They'll take advantage of a nineteen year-old 
girl down on her luck, then go sentimental because they were the first 
ones to be let in the front door. Brenna wondered what he would do if he 
knew he was about the tenth that week. The teenager opened her mouth and 
allowed the cock inside, the American businessman tried to choke her 
with it, but it wasn't long enough and Brenna was no novice this end 
either - the guy pumping her ass was doing a good job though. Nice 
rhythmic strokes, pulling almost all the way out real slow before 
slamming it back in again so his thighs slapped against the teen's 
buttocks. Brenna assumed he did his wife this way, his secretary too 
probably… and any whore he happened to meet on a business trip. Brenna 
liked American men, they never argued about price, she'd shyly said two 
hundred dollars each and they never said a word. Well… a real, 
redheaded, sexy Irish teenage virgin… like a fucking web fantasy come 
true; they couldn't wait to cram the money into her purse.

             The guy in Brenna's pussy started sucking hard on her small 
tits, which was just too much for his she guessed as he came almost 
immediately, jerking and shaking as he filled with his cum. She'd let 
them do it without protection, just looking ignorant when one of them 
had asked her. 'What's a rubber?' she'd said coyly. They hadn't asked 
again, not believing their luck. Luck! Brenna knew what she was doing - 
rich guys like this didn't take risks often, she was probably the first, 
other than their wives, that they'd actually squirted their cum into 
since they were her age. And only because Brenna did the best fucking 
virgin act in the civilized world - and outside of that you never took 
chances anyway. Mr first-past-the-post flopped on the bed, his passion 
dripping out of Brenna's pussy back onto his rapidly softening cock. Mr 
ass-fucker was in it for the long haul, and that was fine by Brenna, she 
loved sex almost as much as she loved money. Mr not-so-deep-throat was 
annoying her though, he was thrusting like a first timer and banging her 
nose with his belly - the nineteen year-old ended his turn by swallowing 
him to the hilt then licking his balls while the tip of his dick was 
rubbing her tonsils. He came in seconds, pumping hot, salty sperm down 
her throat. 'That's my protein intake for the day,' Brenna thought as 
she slid back, letting his cock slide out of her mouth (though she 
sucked it all the way) and jammed herself against Mr ass-fucker and let 
him bring her to a quiet orgasm - well, virgins don't scream; not like 
that anyway.

             Afterwards Brenna talked coyly about how she never knew sex 
could be such fun, and how 'big' they all were, and how she'd been 
scared at first but they were just so 'experienced'. Then she got them 
all drunk and made her quirky little request. Of course they were 
suspicious of the video camera, blackmail was an occupational hazard 
when you fucked around, but they were drunk, and Brenna was convincing, 
and she let them hide their faces (it wasn't important to her plan) - so 
they did it. Brenna had to smile when she heard them confessing to all 
the filthy things they had been doing with 'Shelly', she'd been using 
the name since she got the telephone call from her friend last night. 
Brenna pocketed the tiny camcorder and said she had to go down to the 
lobby to see if anyone had handed in her jacket because she couldn't 
find it. There was a slurred chorus of 'hurry back honey' and she swept 
out of the room, down the stairs, out the front door and into the first 
taxi in the rank.



             Dina opened the pizza box greedily.

             "Thanks Bren," the eight year-old said.

             "No probs sis, gotta make sure you eat haven't I" Brenna 
sat down at the table with her little sister and opened her own square, 
cardboard box.

             "Was you doing fuckin last night Bren?"

             "Yeah, three of em"

             "So can I have them Sketchers now then?"

             "Wait a bit girly, I need that cash for the rent an stuff, 
but I got a new scam going, then you can have two pairs of fucking 
Sketchers if you want"

             "You gonna do that Yankee bitch, Bren? Are ya?"

             "Yeah, but it has to be clever an careful like I always 
taught ya, so don't you go ruining it by giggling or anything"

             "I wont," said Dina as she crammed a huge slice of pizza in 
her mouth. "Can I play with her after though".

             "Yeah sure, but we'll be leaving for the convent in a 
couple of days okay"

             "Yeah I know, I gotta tell them how sick my poor ma was"

             "That's right girly, and don't forget it"

             "Where is ma anyhow?"

             "How the fuck should I know, last time I saw the bitch she 
was asleep on the floor of a public toilet. Why? Do you miss her or 
something?"

             "No"

             "I should hope not, you've only seen the bitch twice and 
she didn't know who you were either time"

             "I don't care about her, I got you"

             "That's right girly, you have… an I'll take care of both of 
us okay?"

             "Okay"

             "Just remember, never ever tell the truth unless there's no 
other way out, got it?"

             "Got it"



It was raining when Shelly's plane landed, and a light drizzle fell from 
an overcast sky as she climbed into the back of the cab and asked for 
Clonliffe Road. To her relief the driver nodded and seemed to know 
exactly where to go. The cab pulled up outside of a surprising modern 
apartment block, she paid him and he drove away into the night. Shelly 
pressed the intercom and a friendly, soft, Irish voice said 'hi', then 
the font door clicked.

             Brenna was everything Shelly could have hoped for and more. 
The attractive redhead was bubbly, generous to a fault and full of ideas 
on how Shelly could get back on her feet again. As the thirty-six 
year-old American leaned back into a comfortable sofa and cradled a cup 
of hot chocolate in her hands, she decided her long run of bad luck had 
ended - then she leaned forward to touch the wooden coffee table… 'Don't 
temp fate' her mother always used to say.



             Brenna had learned patience the hard way, so everything was 
softly, softly, slowly, slowly. Not that it seemed like it would be much 
trouble, the American bitch was as dumb as they come - still, everything 
had to be in the right order for the plan to work.

             "What's this?" Shelly asked.

             "A key for your safety deposit box," Brenna said smiling 
warmly as she pressed it into the woman's hand.

             "I don't understand Brenna… I don't have any valuables"

             "I know, but I'm worried about your money"

             "But it's in the bank"

             "Yes, that's what worries me… look I shouldn't be telling 
you this because I could get my friend in a lot of trouble, but he works 
for the Bank Of Ireland see and he told me they've just had the word 
that interest rates are going up. Shelly, that means your money's just 
going to keep disappearing… so I thought maybe you should take it out in 
cash and put it in here till you can get an Irish account opened, that 
way you'll keep the value it has now. Don't dare say a word though, or 
my friend will lose his job for sure, or worse".

             "Are you sure?" said Shelly, biting her nails, "what if 
they don't go up?"

             "Well, then you haven't lost anything have you? You're 
going to open an Irish account anyway right, so why take the chance. 
Look… only thing I can say for sure Shelly is the dollars not going up 
in value, not the way things are".

             "I guess you're right Brenna," she looked at the key, "how 
safe are these things?"

             "Totally safe, it's all insured… now will you quit worrying"



             Brenna could probably have taken the American woman on her 
own, she looked weak enough, but the teenager never took unnecessary 
chances - chances, yes… but never unnecessary ones. The two guys from 
the club did the job for the price a night's beer, they jumped Shelly as 
she came in the front door, duct-taped her mouth, then bound her hand 
and foot and left her on the couch. Whole thing took less than five 
minutes - Brenna paid them and they left. The silly bitch was thrashing 
around like a wild thing and staring at Brenna with a 'why aren't you 
helping me?' look - which made the teenager laugh.

             "Hey, Dina!" Brenna called to her sister's bedroom. "Come 
here, I got a job for you".

             "Wow!" said the eight year-old, "you actually did it… nice 
one sis"

             "Yeah, well, much as I'd like to take tons of credit the 
bitch was an easy take. Now I gotta get down to the bank and empty the 
safe deposit, which means you got to baby-sit the bitch okay"

             "Okay," said Dina, "but you promised I could play with her 
an ya did too so don't try an say ya didn't"

             "Calm down girly," Brenna laughed, "I don't care what you 
do with her, long as she stays put"

             "Help me tie her proper before you go"

             "Okay… but what the hell's proper anyway? She looks pretty 
secure to me girly"

             "No silly… proper for games," Dina stood with her hands on 
her hips, "naked Bren, can't play with her like that can I"



             Shelly's world hadn't crumbled, it had exploded. She 
thought the men were going to kill her and as she struggled on the couch 
she couldn't understand why Brenna was just looking at her. Then it 
clicked - all her money was in that box and the teenager was stood there 
holding the key. But after being attacked just knowing this was a 
mugging was a relief… for short time anyway. She expected they would 
take the money and run, then leave a message with the police so they 
could find her. Then the little girl came in, and the two of them 
started having that weird conversation, and Shelly became afraid and 
confused at the same time - what did the child mean?



             "How do you want her?" smiled Brenna.

             "Tied like a pig," said Dina.

             "You mean hogtied?"

             "Yeah, that's it"

             "You been spending too much time on the Internet girly," 
Brenna laughed, she let the length of rope dangle in front of the 
terrified woman's face, "wonder what else the little brat learned on 
there eh?" the teenager winked at Shelly.



The girl began to strip Shelly, her mind was just unable to take it all 
in. The redhead had a pair of scissors and was cutting away at the 
straps on Shelly's dress while her weird little sister was yanking on 
the American's panties, pulling them down her thighs till they were 
around her ankles. When she was totally naked the teenager hogtied 
Shelly, pulling her arms and legs painfully behind her back, then, when 
the new rope was secure, she cut away the crude job done by the two men. 
Shelly lay on the couch sobbing.

             "Okay," said Brenna, "think you can take it from here?"

             "Yeah Bren," the little girl said beaming as she hugged her 
sister, "thanks loads".



             When the teenager left the child sat down on the couch next 
to Shelly.

             "Your going to be like my pet now," the child said, "well, 
until Brenna gives you away anyhow… but you're my pet for now alright. 
So we're going to watch a movie, it's like Buffy only it's not the real 
one an the women have sex in it. I got it out of Brenna's room, but she 
don't care". Dina pulled a condom out of her pocket and waved it at 
Shelly. "This is for you, " she said, giggling.

             Then the eight year-old went to the kitchen and came back 
with a jug. The child pulled down her jeans and panties, then squatted 
over the container and pissed into it, then she carefully poured the 
contents into the condom, and tied off the end to make a little piss 
filled balloon. Dina giggled as she pulled the tape from the naked 
woman's mouth. Shelly went to cry out but the child grabbed her nose and 
twisted it roughly… then while Shelly's mouth was open she shoved the 
piss balloon in. Shelly froze, afraid she might burst it if she struggled.

             "I like doing horrible things to people," the child 
explained in a matter of fact way, "I did this once to a girl in our 
street an she hated it. I'm gonna make you taste my pee right through 
the movie, an the whole time you'll be tasting it an thinking about 
where it came from". With that Dina produced a small needle; she pricked 
the condom once, then quickly replaced the duct-tape.



             Shelly felt the child's piss leaking out of the balloon, 
her mouth filled with an acrid, salty taste - she would have vomited if 
she hadn't thought it would choke her. Dina dragged a box up to the 
couch, then put the movie in. While it played Shelly tasted a continuous 
trickle of the child's foul piss while the eight year-old amused herself 
by pulling an assortment of toys from the box, and shoving them roughly 
into her captive's vagina and ass.

             Dina shoved a doll's head up the woman's ass, but when she 
pulled it out there was a popping sound and the body came loose.

"Oops!" laughed Dina, as she showed a sobbing Shelly the headless 
plastic body, "don't think we're gonna get that back". Then she shoved 
the handle of a hockey stick into the writhing, naked woman's vagina. 
"Awe feck!" the girl said, "you're bleeding on the couch you bitch, 
lucky it's leather or Bren would go fucking mad. I'm gonna make you lick 
it clean after I finished playing with you". Dina resumed her attempts 
to get the hockey stick further into the moaning woman.







TO BE CONTINUED…





Ó Sarah J. & Jessica Rael 2004



Sarah's other stories are at: 
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Young_Lesbian_Femdom



Jessica's can be found at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Weird_Fetish



And you can email Sarah on: sarahs_socks@hotmail.com or Jessica on 
Jessica_rael@hotmail.com (you're gonna have to write us if you want to 
know more about us an persuade us to write more) but put a story title, 
or something relevant in the subject or we will think it's a virus an 
delete it. Thanks. sarah & jessica  x©x©





    

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