The stretching of the young nun's body added a new dimension to her pain. After the beating with the whip and the ass-fucking by Luke, Mary Celeste had thought that she knew everything there was to experience about agony, but the dungeon had further lessons in store.
Before he had unclasped her from the barrel, Luke stripped away her mantle and veil, allowing her blonde silken hair to tumble across her face and almost to the floor. Gone were the sweaty restrictions on her face, but also vanished was the last slight protectionthat her religion had offered. Now she was totally naked and defenseless in the face of the torture that was still to come.
Mary Celeste recognized the device to which she was now dragged from old manuscripts she had classified and read in the dusty library of the convent of her training. It amazed her that a medieval rack still existed, the instrument that had extracted so many confessions, true and fabricated, in days gone by. It was more than ten feet long and over six feet high at its tallest point, with its wooden-planed table its feature point.
Luke twisted her to that platform and rolled her to her back, where he clasped her ankles and wrists into the bindings that waited. Her tits lay upon her naked chest like fruit ready to be picked and the spreading of her legs parted the gash of her cunt.
A huge circular crank was at the end by her hands, and Luke turned it as he watched the pale delicate skin of the captured young nun. As the crank tightened the chains at both ends of the rack, slowly the slack in the girl's body was slowly taken out. Her legs and arms were pulled straight between the clamps and the joints that connected their bones to her body, until all of her limbs had reached their maximum extension. Across her naked flesh, her skin was stretched tightly, her titty mounds being pressed to her chest and the rest of the muscles of her body being outlined by the ever-snugging skin.
"That hurts!" the girl whined, unable to even shift to relieve any of the pressure that was pulling at her body.
"It's supposed to," Luke hissed down at her, and he turned the crank another notch.
"Noooo!" Mary Celeste moaned, her shoulder and hip joints beginning to ache as if they were being pulled out of place.
He left her there, taut and hurting, but without the intense pain that would have driven her out of her mind. He had wanted her where she could not move, without a single chance of escape, and nothing accomplished that better than being stretched on the rack. All her muscles and bones were extended, and there was no slack at all to give them a possibility of contracting. It was as if she were paralyzed with even her breaths coming ouly with difficulty.
For a while, she listened in the dimness of the dungeon, at first fearing and then hoping for the sound of bare feet. The discomfort quickly became almost unbearable, and, after what seemed like a hour, she would have giadly accepted anything that might be done to her just to get her out of the grasp of the devilish device.
But there was no relief coming, so her mind sought some of its own, pushing the ache back as much as possible so it might escape into the thoughts and memories that filled the young nun.
On the night of the beating of Sister Beatrice, Mary Celeste had stripped from the robe stained with her own pussy juices as soon as she was alone in the stark confines of her own cell. Her panties were a sodden mess and she pulled them off from her still-aching cunt and shoved them beneath the mattress of the crude cot. She wanted none of the older nuns finding such damaging evidence of a desire-ridden, leaking pussy. Her scratchy bra, then her mantle came next. For a few seconds, she was nothing more than a passion-filled, blonde-tressed young female who wanted more than anything for something to satisfy a cunthole creaming from desire?
Mary Celeste pushed her mind from the raging fire that was burning between her legs and slipped into the long, plain nightgown provided by the convent. The rough cloth rubbed at her titties, thrilling the nipples until they stood erect, but at least it covered her pussy. She dropped to her knees, and hurried through her late-night prayers. She fought against it, but hiding behind each of her worshipping words was the fact that she would probably be furiously finger-fucking herself within minutes. Doing that had earned her a thrashing less than a week before. She was sure that, if she were caught a second time in so short a span, the beating of Sister Beatrice wouldn't compare to what would be administered to her naked body.
As she rose and turned down the wool blanket of the cot, the door to the cell opened behind her. Mary Celeste gasped in surprise and glanced back over her shoulder to where the mother superior was closing the heavy wooden portal behind her.
Thank goodness, Mary Celeste thought wildly. If her leader had waited just a couple of minutes longer, the young nun would have been caught moaning in passion with part of her fingers shoved up her cunt.
Sister Mary Celeste glanced nervously to her right at the stained habit that hung like an open accusation on the peg set into the stone wall. The mother superior's eyes followed the nervous giance, but oniy smiled knowingly at the wetness that still marked the crotch of the front of the robe. The young novice's heart caught in her throat when she knew that the older nun had seen the tale-telling stain, but the mother superior didn't mention it. Instead, she motioned for the young girl to sit on the cot, then swished farther into the small room.
"Did you learn the lesson of Sister Beatrice's punishment tonight?" the mother superior asked as she towered over the young girl who now sat on the small bed.
"I'm not sure what she did," Mary Celeste answered quietly. "But I would think that the lesson is to obey what you are told by those whom God has placed above you."
The older woman smiled, her face moon-shaped within the wimple of her habit. "It's not important exactly what Sister Beatrice did, except that you know that she resisted doing something she was instructed by one of her guiding teachers. She disobeyed, which showed her defiance. But tonight she is not quite so willing to say no to something she is told to do."
"I try to do what I am told," Mary Celeste replied weakly, her gaze falling from the mother superior's face to the edge of the black robe where it brushed against the rough floor.
"That's not enough!" the older nun said loudly, bringing the novice nun's eyes back up to the mascilline features of the old mother superior. "You must know that those above you understand far more than you, and you must obey us even if you somehow think it might be wrong. You must do exactly what we say without question, and do it immediately without any doubt in your mind. If it seems wrong, you simply misunderstand and must comply and never question it to anyone. Whatever one of us instructs you while we are alone must never pass your lips. To do so would be to deny the rightness of what we say."
Mary Celeste nodded, not really sure she understood the reason for the mother superior's firmness. Still, she gave in, placing herself totally into the older nun's hands.
"Fine." The mother superior smiled and moved over to sit on the end of the cot, oniy a couple of feet from the young girl. "Now I wish to talk to you about what happened last week."
Mary Celeste's heart leapt into her throat where it was squeezed in nervous tightness. Was she gonig to be beaten again for the failing of touching herself? It wasn't fair – she had already received her punishment.
"Relax," the mother superior purred. "You've suffered your repentance, and tonight is the time for a lesson. Your mother superior is going to explain – and show you – how such things happen to lead a young novice into sin. That way you will know how Satan tempts you toward a fall from grace. But the lesson is for you, and you only. You are not to speak of it, not even in your prayers or confession. Such a thing would be to question my rightness and would be the sign of disobedience. And we know from Sister Beatrice what happens to disobedient young novices."
Mary Celeste nodded jerkily, remembering the bloody welts on her companion's back and the sound of angry slaps of the whip into a tender cunt.
"Now lie back," the mother superior told her, "and I will explain to you about why young novices go astray. And remember, this is just a lesson given to you for your own good."
The frightened young girl complied. When she was stretched out on the narrow cot, the mother superior sat alongside the cot, staring down at the supine body.
"Let's take this off so we might we what we are talking about," the older nun said.
She grasped the hem of Mary Celeste's cotton nightgown. Slowly it was pulled up her body and stripped over her shoulders and head.
"Ah," the mother superior sighed when she saw the naked tits and cunt of the young girl. "I can see that you are truly prepared for bed. It makes it convenient for now there is nothing in the way of our needed lesson. Spread your thighs a bit, then reach down with your hands. Don't touch it! Just use your fingers on both sides to spread it apart."
Embarrassment burned inside Mary Celeste. She didn't want to do this. Lying there naked in front of the older woman had already turned her face and immature titties red, and she was about to be forced to reveal the excitement thatwatching the beating of Sister Beatrice had worked upon her body. But there was nothing else she could do – the stern eyes of her mother superior were waiting for her compliance, and she had already been instructed on what punishment awaited if she disobeyed.
Hesitantly, her hands dipped into her crotch as her legs opened, then she pulled apart the outer lips of her juicy young pussy. The moisture of her excitement leaked out and ran down across her puckered brown asshole.
"Yes," the mother superior hissed, her eyes locked onto the spread pink slice of pussy flesh.
Already the cunt was well juiced and the sight made the older woman's mouth water like she was about to drink from the fountain of youth.
"It's a pussy," she whispered down to the trembling Mary Celeste. "You should know what they call itso you'll know when you hear the filthy words. A pussy or a cunt – your juicy beaver, your snatch your twat and your fuck hole!"
The novice nun was startled to hear the words she had not heard since her days in school.
"Young novices touch two things they mustn't," the mother superior instructed in a breathless voice. "It's called finger-fucking. Let me show you what you must not do."
Two fingers glided into the cunthole between the slippery inner lips of Mary Celeste's pussy. Mary Celeste gasped as she felt them enter and push up until their tips bumped against the maidenhead that still protected her virginity. The muscles of her thighs trembled from the intense feeling that now gripped her crotch and a gush of juices flowed down the channel and into the mother superior's palm.
"Yes!" the older nun hissed as she began to fuck her fingers into the young girl's tender pussy. "This is finger-fucking and it is something you must never do. Don't push your fingers into your own cunthole and fuck it. This is how it must never feel!"
The ache of her pussy before was turning into a burning flame. Mary Celeste gritted her teeth and focused her mind onto her pussy, memorizing the feeling that the mother superior was telling her was wrong. There was no doubt that she would never forget it, it was too intense. If her own hand ever caused her so much excitement, she would know that she was finger-fucking herself.
"And now the other place," her instructor breathed heavily. "I'll show you what you must not do. I'll stroke your vibrating young clit so you'll know not to do it yourself."
The fingers slurped out of the clutching cunthole and glided up the slickened gash. An electrical charge flashed through the young nun's body when she felt the small bundle of sex nerves being massaged.
"Ooohh!" Mary Celeste groaned as the mother superior's fingers lashed her throbbing clit. The young body jerked in rhythm with the fucking motion and pussy cream spurting out to leak down to the bed.
Then the fingers slowed and Mary Celeste glanced up frantically at the grinning face of her mother superior. The older nun was breathing heavily through her nose.
"Now," the black-frocked woman told her young charge, "there's one thing else you must never do, and there are some sisters within the convent who will try to tempt you into it. It's called cunt-licking and here is what they will want you to do."
The other superior's face dipped between the young girl's legs.
Mary Celeste stiffened in complete surprise when she felt the long tongue of the older woman run deeply into her pussy. It fucked into her for a few seconds, then emerged to glide upward in the gash. An explosion ripped through the young girl's guts when the tongue found her sensitive clit and licked it as if trying to push it from her cunt. Then the broad lips closed over it and sucked it up into the mouth, and Mary Celeste's hips bucked up to follow the pressure as her pussy blasted out its cum.
"Now you must show me that you learned your lesson," the mother superior said to the girl still lying nakedly on her back on the narrow bed. "I taught you, now you must show that you understand."
The mother superior stepped over the cot with one foot until she was balanced with a shoe on the floor on each side of the bed. Slowly her hands drew up the front of her own robe, revealing long legs with creamy thighs and finally her bushy cunt. The hair was like a thicket and was flaming red, and the only reason Mary Celeste could see the heavy pussy lips was because the whole thing was suspended only about a foot above her face.
"Now tell me the words you remember while you touch me and show that you learned what you're not supposed to do," the older woman moaned, her hips also thrusting to make the red-haired pussy seem to flow above Mary Celeste's face.
"It's your pussy," the young naked nun said tentatively as one of her fingers hesitantly pushed its way through the bush to the lips of her cunt. The gash was wet and slippery as her thumb joined the finger to pry the folds apart and reveal the blood-engorged eager flesh of the mother superior's gaping cunt.
"Tell me more!" the older woman gasped as Mary Celeste's fingers found the distended clit.
The young nun's clithad been a little more than a throbbing bump, but the older woman's was almost like a small cock, jutting its head clear out of the gash in excitement, more than an inch and a half long, jerking and twitching as it was rolled between the young nun's fingers.
"That's it!" the mother superior moaned. "Stroke it to show me what you're not supposed to do!"
Cunt juice spilled out onto her chin and neck as Mary Celeste reached up and jerked on the slippery cunt of her leader. The red pussy lips now gaped on their own as if they were about to settle down and gobble the young girl clear up into the womb.
"Now finger-fuck me!" the mother superior hissed. "Ram half your hand up my eunthole and fuck me with it to show that you learned your leeeon well!"
The dripping hole sucked up three of Mary Celeste's fingers without effort, as they drove clear up to the palm of her hand. The young girl pistoned upward, almost slamming the cunt with her fist as the pussy seemed to gulp for more. Already Mary Celeste's small hand was awash with slickly cunt juices, so she added a fourth finger and jammed inside. The older nun was bucking up and down, jamming herself down to meet the thrusts, and the young girl's knuckles anct half of her palm disappeared into sloppy channel. Oniy her thumb kept the cunt from swallowing up everything clear to the wrist.
"More!" the mother superior screamed, and Mary Celeste tucked in her thumb.
Amazed, Mary Celeste watched the blood-red cunt spread even more as the older woman pressed down on the penetrating hand. The cunt looked ready to tear, then, with a loud sucking sound, the thumb disappeared with the rest of the fingers and the cunt opening glided clear down to the young girl's wrist.
"Clench your hand and fist-fuck me!" the older woman groaned. "Beat the inside of my pussy into a pulp!"
Mary Celeste fticked her clenched fist hard up into the pussy of the panting woman, jamming it clear up against the hardness at the back. The bones of her wrist vanished and the cunt sucked up an inch of her arm before she pulled back out and shoved in again. Her whole arm glistened with the pussy cream flooding out of the screaming mother superior, and she fist-fucked the old woman with all of her strength. Over and over Mary Celeste fucked her fist and arm up into the gaping fuck hole, growing excited herself as she did. It was as if her fist was a massive cockhead and her arm a throbbing prickshaft that was being used to fuck the demanding servant of God.
The mother superior shrieked as she lifted herself to pull the fist completely out of her cunt. Then, with a sudden plop, she dropped the wet pussy gash right down onto the face of the young girl.
"Show me you remember about pussy licking!" the mother superior screamed frantically down at the novice. "Ram your tongue into my cunthole, then suck on my clit! Show me what you're not sufr posed to let someone do!"
The cunt smothered her mouth and nose. Hips drove the juicy pussy back and forth between her chin and eyes. Her whole face was now awash with slippery pussy cream, and her tongue was flying. She licked around the gaping cunt hole, sucking in the taste of heavy cunt so thickly she almost choked. Her tongue was buried inside the velvety flesh so deep that the tip found the tight walls. Then the long clit was dragged between her lips and she sucked down as she had on her father's cock. Above her, the massive weight of the mother superior jolted and shook each time cum was shot from her pussy hole. Then the opening of the cunthole was plastered to her mouth. The long clit rubbed against the bottom of her nose.
Floods of female cum poured into Mary Celeste's mouth until it leaked out the sides of her lips. Mary Celeste gulped, swallowing it down, then her mouth was filled up once more. More and more of the thick stuff glided into her belly, as the mother superior thrust and bucked to fuck the young girl's face.
Breaths came raggedly for the naked novice nun. Pussy juice was forced into her nose. For long seconds there was nothing in the world except the slime-covered pussy that buried her face, and she was afraid her whole head might be sucked up inside.
Then it was over. The mother superior rose from the exhausted girl and dropped her robe back into place. Weakly, Mary Celeste rofled her head enough to see the form of her leader. Again, the woman was stern, looking proper and forbidding. She could have been teaching a class with that austere bearing. And the only words she had for the pussy-juice-slickened naked novice after all that was, once again, that not a word of all this had better ever slip from her lips.