Orphan Sabrina

I was brought to an orphanage by my mother at the age of 2. The orphanage was next to a Church. I lived in the orphanage until I was 13, and then my life took a new turn. One day I left school telling my teachers I was feeling ill and on my way home I went into the back of the church through an open door and began climbing some stairs upward. I stopped when I heard noises from a room that was by the stairway. The door was slightly open. I peeked through and saw a young girl, maybe she was one or two years older than me, with her head between the legs of a nun and she was licking and deep tonguing her asshole. The nun was very hairy, with pitch black pubes all over her asshole and pussy. The nun told her to take out her tongue from her ass to be inspected. There was no brown residue of any kind, and the nun smacked the girl hard against her right cheek leaving a red imprint on her face. With a yelp the young girl went back to the hairy asshole, while the nun proceeded to diddle with her clit. The nun told the young girl to pull the tongue out gently leaving only the tip of her tongue in the anus and then drive back in hard. If her tongue left her anus she was going to be whipped for hours. The girl knew that when she wiggled her tongue inside the asshole, the nun would usually remove the mean grimace from her face and her mouth would stop cursing.

Even though I was a young girl I was immediately aroused by these images. I heard footsteps behind me and suddenly a man grabbed me by the hand. “Young lady” he said “are you spying on Sister Isabelle. Where are your parents? Shouldn’t you be in school”. I told him I live at the orphanage next to the church and I don’t know my parents. He introduced himself as Father Gilbert. He asked me to follow him and he brought me to his office, which was beautifully decorated with wooden paneling and a leather sofa and a leather chair that he sat down on. I sat in the vinyl chair across from him quietly waiting for him to speak. I was nervous. I told him I didn’t have classes today, I lied.

Father Gilbert explained to me that early in childhood we must experience the sins of life so that as we grow older we can better understand that sinning is a mistake. If we don’t sin we do not understand the power of repentance. The way to goodness is overcoming sin. The more we can overcome sins the better we are, the goodness is a product of bettering ourselves of guilt, and the best way to better ourselves is to sin and then repent. When we are young it is difficult to grasp what is a sin and what is not a sin. But if we learn sins at an early age with selfless determination we will develop into healthier adults when we get older. I asked him about the girl in the room with the nun, and he said that she is an orphan who was brought to the church by her parents very recently and that she recently only started her learning in sin. Sister Isabelle is slowly training her to learn different evils that will help the young girl for her future. Father Gilbert explained that I can also become part of his life and that he would adopt me and teach me these important principles. But only if I can prove to him that I want to learn. That I want to sin to make things better for my future. He told me that he will only take me as his child if I prove that I’ve done evil…only then am I worthy of being a better person and a vessel to learn repentance as I grow older. He was kind and kissed me on my forehead and told me that what was seen today by my eyes was sanctified by heaven and that it was to be kept for myself as a personal lesson on learning to be a better person. If I was to be adopted by Father Gilbert I needed to respect his wishes…and one of those wishes was keeping silent about the church and its practices. I think I wanted him as my new parent so I kept always silent, and even if I spoke about what I saw no one would believe me anyways…I reasoned.

I did not see Father Gilbert for a while. I wasn’t sure if what he said was the truth. But in time I began to realize that his way of approaching life was right. I respected his word and kept what I saw at church a deep secret. I needed to prove myself to him, and I felt that he would teach me and be a good father if he adopted me. One day at school in my Arts & Crafts class I decided to steal a box cutter that was lying on the table. I put it in my schoolbag. That night I devised a plan. On week-ends and whenever I had free time I would walk around town hoping that an older man may take interest in me for sex. For days and days I walked around the local park and mall, but no pedophile in sight. Then one day I went to the ice cream shop by the corner of my school and sat down and had a strawberry ice cream. An older guy in his fifties, I assumed, sat across from me at the other table. He told me his name is Nick and that his daughter was also about my age. He asked me if I wanted a lift home. I said yes, that would be cool. When I was in his car in the passenger seat I put my finger in my pussy and asked him if he liked the smell. He loved it and he said if he can lick my finger, I said only if he takes me to a hotel room to play a bit. “Are you sure Sabrina” he said. I nodded and his eyes sparkled with lust.

We went to a local motel. I immediately took off my clothes and jumped underneath the covers. He also took his clothes off and his balls were hanging and he had a nice uncircumcised penis. I was laughing and he started to tickle me. Then he went down and licked my almost bald pussy. He stuck his finger in my ass and licked. He then grabbed my head and pushed it towards his dick. I licked the head and then kept rubbing the shaft up and down and just licking the penis head with my mouth. He came in a matter of minutes in buckets. He got hard very soon after and he told me that I must sit on the bed like a doggy. He told me to spread my anus and try to fart. I tried and I farted. It smelled real bad. He then licked my anus and put his cock in my ass, and it was dry in there. It hurt like crazy but he kept fucking my ass and not stopping even though I was in tears. He finally came in my ass. We then lied in the bed and Nick slowly fell asleep. When I saw that he was in a deep sleep snoring away, I gently lifted the covers and left the bed and took the box cutter from my school bag. I went to the icebox in the fridge and put some ice in a towel. I then pushed the blade up and went directly towards his balls and penis. I closed my eyes and with my full force I sliced his balls and dick off. He went out of control and screaming, but I covered his head with a pillow. There was blood everywhere. I managed to take his cock and balls and put them in the towel with the ice, wrapped the towel carefully and put the towel in my schoolbag. He was finally out of breath and dead, so I tiptoed out of the room and left for my room at the orphanage. It was about 7pm and no one said anything to me when I walked in. I put the man’s cock and balls in a jar full of ice and then I placed the jar in a fridge in my room until early morning.

When I saw Father Gilbert he became very excited and happy. He kissed me on my forehead again and asked me how I was. I told him that I thought about what he said and that all he said to me was kept a secret. I told him I wanted him as my father. He said “Sabrina, you know you must prove that you can do evil or you cannot be my child”. I told him that I had a man much older than me in a motel room and that I cut his balls and cock off. I opened my schoolbag and showed him the jar. He asked me is the man dead. I said “Yes”. He hugged me with pure love and kissed me now on my cheeks. He told me that he will do whatever is necessary to adopt me as his child and that he is very proud of what I did. He said that he will immediately make some phone calls and set meetings with the right people to have me adopted by him. But he will not teach me evil until I become his adopted child. I did not see him for 3 months, and then I got the call.

“Hello Sabrina, this is Ms. Taylor from the orphanage…I have good news, you will be adopted by Father Gilbert of the Church next door. He has been accepted unanimously by the committee. He is a good man and we are happy that he will take care of you…please pack your things and get ready, he will be by this evening to pick you up”. I was happy and my face glowed with excitement.     

Father Gilbert carried my duffle bag to his room. He said that I would be staying in his room and I would sleep in the bed that was in the corner. The room was not so large, and there was a bathroom with a shower. He called me over to his bed as he sat on the side of the bed. He told me I needed to disrobe. I did. He pulled out a heavy iron cross with a necklace from his pocket and placed it over my neck. He said I must always have it on my neck. It felt a little heavy, but I got used to it quickly. He then told me to turn around and arch my back and spread my asscheeks the widest I can. The anus must not have wrinkles when I spread my ass, so that it is completely wide. I had a streak of dark brown that ran across and he seemed happy about that. He went to a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a strap-on dildo. With a push of a button it became deflated, and once you pushed the button again it got erect. It was a new gadget recently developed in Germany. Father Gilbert said that I must never wear any underwear. I was to always wear the strap-on dildo, always, and I can also pee into it and press the penis and it would release my piss like a real penis. It completely covered my vagina, but my anus was left in the open. The strap-on had small holes near the ball sack that covered my pussy so I can wash it while not having to remove it and sometimes I would pee and let it seep through the holes. He fitted me with the strap-on and then proceeded to stick his tongue in my ass as I kept my anus wide. It felt good and when I sighed with pleasure he gave me a wicked slap against my asscheeks that I howled beyond my senses. I was to learn never to show signs of pleasure, but I must have disdain and disgust for the physical things that I will experience. Father Gilbert was very stern about this, and his eyes pierced my soul and I learned in a flash that I must never show pleasure when my body was touched. He resumed eating my asshole playing games with his tongue in my ass, and he also stroked my new penis at the same time. The sensation was incredible but I learned to control my breathing and emotions.    

I never left his room that day, and that same evening he came to me with a pair of scissors. I was to get a hair cut. My hair was long to my ass and I was crying when he began to cut my hair, but he continued nevertheless. He cut my hair like a little boy, so that I even looked like a boy to anyone who would see me. Father Gilbert said that for a while I will need to be and act like a boy. All the children in the school would know me as Tim from now on, until he would decide to change his mind. The humiliation of letting everyone know I am a girl in the future will be good for my soul. Only the adults in the school will know I am truly a girl. Father Gilbert was my new father and guardian and I trusted his wisdom and instruction. I ate dinner in his room, and then he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He told me that he never wore any underwear, he was always naked underneath his robe. He sat on the toilet with his back facing the door, so that I can see him shit and piss. He lifted his robe and I saw his balls and asshole, but his penis was hidden in front of him. He started to shit and big and long strings of shit came out of his ass. Then he pissed. I was to wipe his ass from the excess shit thoroughly. He then pushed his penis underneath him so that the back of his penis was in my face. Father Gilbert wanted me to only use my tongue, to lick the bottom of his dick all the way to his balls and in his ass. I was to do this quickly with my tongue. He liked when I spat on his balls, so I did this frequently. I was in a frenzy licking from top to bottom. Suddenly he shot streams of cum that flowed into the toilet. He got up and kissed my face and told me to go to sleep, and that I must be in good spirits and rested for tomorrow. I so loved my new father and so far he seemed that he did love me too.

The next day I was awoke early and Father Gilbert brought me downstairs to the dining room/cafeteria of the church. He introduced me as Tim to the children and adults. I got many smiles that morning. After breakfast I returned to my room where Father Gilbert sat me down to talk. He explained to me the importance of not being noticed in public situations. He was going to have four people today come to church to confession. He, of course, would sit in a covered booth and listen to the person’s confession through a window-like opening. I was to be there in the confession booth with him. I had to be very quiet almost silent as a pin dropping and secretly go between his legs and perform oral sex. He said that it was imperative that I lick his balls and tongue his ass. I was not allowed, once again, to use my hands in any way. I was allowed to use my teeth and lips and tongue, but not my hands. I was allowed to bite his balls which he encouraged, and even the head of his penis, but very discreetly. Should the person giving confession to Father Gilbert learn of Sabrina’s actions beneath his robe, Orphan Sabrina would be tortured and beaten for many days, as he said quite frankly. Father Gilbert told me that he wouldn’t even touch me on my head or no where. It was like I didn’t exist so that he can focus on his thoughts and answers at the confessionary.     

Around 1pm the first person came to the confession booth. It was an older lady in her late twenties, and she spoke about her extramarital relations and her addiction to cocaine. I began to lick Father Gilbert around his balls, I managed to get both of his balls in my mouth. I started to hum but very quietly. Then I bit his ballsack gently, and then licked again to sooth the pain.  I heard a faint whisper from Father Gilbert. I think I was doing good, but I wasn’t sure, I never saw his face. I resumed putting one ball in my mouth and sucking, then the next ball. Holding each one in my mouth for a few minutes, I thought that he would enjoy this alot. I took the flat of my tongue and started to lick his anus. Not penetrating but just licking. The taste was raw and earthy, but I was determined. Father never touched me so I felt almost free, only me and his sex. I soon started tonguing his asshole with earnest, trying with all my might to get deep inside his asshole. I definitely felt perspiration and smells emanating from his balls, my nose was just under the sack. I bit his nut sack to tease him and then went back to his anus. I soon was licking with long strokes from his ass to his dick head. I started getting animalistic and I bit his cock head and then his nut sack, I heard a whimper and I felt him shake a little. I slowly put his dick head in my mouth and just sucked for his semen. When I felt he would come I stopped and just licked his nuts, and then I started to his dickhead again.

I knew he was about to come, so I stopped tonguing his ass and I kept my lips around the head. He was quiet and he came for bout 45 seconds. Lots of cum, which I managed to swallow as it shot into my mouth. I still heard him talking to the lady for a few more minutes and she then thanked him and gave him some money as a donation. She left the room and Father Gilbert lifted his robe and saw my face with sweat and cum. He kissed me on my forehead and said that for a first timer I did good and that he was happy the way I used my teeth and lips. He was happy how quiet I was and that I did not disturb his work nor did he need to touch me or warn me. He caressed me tenderly and we went upstairs to his office.

Father explained the importance of the dildo on my body. My sexual experience would be centered around my anus being the only private part that would be accessible. I could only fuck an ass or a pussy or a mouth, but I personally could only receive anal sex, this was important. In time father would introduce me as a girl and remove the dildo from my body, but he said this would need time. During the day I performed oral sex at the confession booth, but at night the emphasis was on my nether hole. Father taught me to sqeeze his penis with my ass muscles when he fucked my ass. I was getting good at that and he was somewhat pleased. Usually he lubricated my ass, but sometimes he didn’t care and fucked my ass dry, which always hurt me. I learned to live with the pain when this happened. I was instructed to have my asshole ready in a dog style position after dessert in the evening. Father would come to his room like clockwork and really fuck my ass hard without much touching at all. In fact he rarely touched me, I was used to it. I made love to him with my lips, teeth and asshole and that’s how I lived my life with him.

One night he arrived after dessert and pulled out his dick. He told me to spread my ass and he started fucking my ass. For the first time he actually held my hips when he fucked, but just for a moment. He then continued to simply fuck my ass and shoot his cum and then bring his robe down. We then went out of the room to learn the bible and pray or listen to classical music or we would spend time with the other residents at the church. Once we secretly went to the church kitchen and stole some ice cream from the ice box and once we looked at the stars from the rooftop way pass my bedtime.

PART II

For the first several months of my adoption by Father Gilbert I was content and felt secure. But things changed. I was often beaten and tortured by father for no reason, or for minor incidents. He would piss on me in the morning to wake me up. Sometimes he woke me up by spreading his asscheeks and having fresh cum drop on my hair and face from one of the boys who fucked his ass. He often liked to dress me up like a street whore, with torn fishnet stockings and high heeled boots that crossed my knees. I would have to put make-up on so I looked older. He would then take a whip and deal blow after blow on my ass and back and even my tits. I would have whip marks all over my body for days. He did not allow me to suck his cock anymore. “That is off limits” he said. I was allowed to only suck his balls and that rule also applied at the confessionary. I could only lick the cum that seeped down to his balls. When he brought young boys to his room to fuck he would have me clothed so they don't know I'm a girl and have me always beneath his balls while he fucked the boys in the ass. I had to catch his balls with my teeth and then lick softly, as he instructed, and when he came it was never on my face or in my mouth but always in the boy's ass. He never let me lick the cum out of the fucked ass, never.

One night father came to the room near midnight and he heard me crying in my bed. He softly said “What's wrong Sabrina, why the tears”? I was very emotional and I told him that I didn't feel he really loved me. “I do very much love you Sabrina, you are indeed my child and I love you dearly” he replied.

He continued, “I know I have not let you do things the way you want and I understand you're upset. I have refused many things to you as of late. Tonight you can do anything you want as a gift”. I approached his bed and I lifted his robe and his dick was all flat. I began to work it in my mouth and he began to get hard. I missed his cock. He lifted his legs almost behind his ears and told me to also bring a vibrating dildo and fuck his ass. I was taken by surprise when he suddenly allowed me to use my hands on his cock. I teased his cock by sticking my tongue out like a spoiled child. I took the dildo I had in his ass and put it in my mouth. I saw that this really put him in a happy disposition. I managed to jack his cock in my mouth with one hand and with the other I worked his ass. My big cross around my neck tapped him on his dick accidentally and he murmured in pain. He soon came erupting in my mouth and face and hair.

Once it was over I suddenly saw a fearsome grimace on his face. “Sabrina” he said, “you have forgotten the rule on our first day as father and child, the rule that your pleasure must be subdued. And yet, you cry for lack of attention but I see it more as tears for lack of pleasure”. It just wasn't so I cried. When I offered my penis to you, he said, you should have never unleashed your desire like you did, but you lost control of your will and gave in to your pleasure. Father Gilbert was in a firey rage. “Young lady”, he said, “Tomorrow morning you will take your belongings and you will stay with Sister Isabelle and Sister Francesca in their room until I see fit to take you back”. Take heed to their counsel and don't ever cross them in any way no matter what, he shouted. Now place your head at the side of the bed and make your mouth like an “O” shape, he said. “You've crossed the line and now you need to eat my waste”. I kept my mouth as wide as I can but as a seductive “O” as he requested. A long string of shit went directly into my mouth, he looked down at me and I knew what he wanted. I started to eat his shit and tried to swallow. At first I couldn't control the urge to vomit, but I was strong enough and I gulped it all down. He had a comforting grin on his face. He closed the light in the room and left the room, and I went under the covers and fell asleep.

Father woke me up with a light piss. I went to take my shower and brushed my teeth twice to get the bad taste of shit out of my mouth. He told me to go to breakfast and come back and start packing. When I returned father was fucking a stunning black girl doggystyle in her pussy on his bed. She was 17 with beautiful green eyes and a small upturned nose and gorgeous white teeth. She had an afro but it was tied in pigtails. The girl had a big space between her front teeth which made her appear more child-like. She was flat-chested with surprisingly big silver rings in both her nipples and very hairy under her arms, and her pussy looked like it was never shaven. The bush was incredibly hairy and there was hair that aligned her naval. You could not see her asshole there was so much her in her ass.

As Father Gilbert fucked her he was talking to me telling me to pack my clothes and that the Sisters will educate me on being more disciplined. I must go to room 440 on the other side of the church, they are expecting me this morning. He waved to me to come over and he kissed me on both cheeks. The black beauty turned her head slightly and rolled her eyes in ecstasy, as I walked out with a pit in my stomach from great loss and jealousy.

I knocked on the door of room 440. It was Sister Isabelle who opened the door. I vaguely remembered her. “Hello Tim” she said as she winked her eye. She was quite beautiful with very dark black hair and very light blue eyes. Her skin was as white as snow. What was obviously in your face about Isabelle was her chest. Her tits were huge. Even though she wore her religious attire, her breasts still protruded through the fabric. They could have easily been 40 DD. I noticed that she wasn't actually fat for her breast size, she was slim and not too short in stature. If she was a stripper she would have made a bundle. She wore a cross around her neck. “You can put all your bags and belongings in the room to your left”. It was a very small room without a toilet or shower, but the room did not have a door. All the doors in the entire unit, as I soon found out, did not have doors except for the main door that led out to the hallway.

I was folding my clothes in the hamper when I heard Sister Isabelle call for me…”Tim, please come to my room when you are finished, there is something important I need to show you”. When I walked into her room she was completely naked from head to foot except for some leather boots. Her chain with the cross got lost between her cleavage.

“Come here next to me and lie on the floor with your head looking up and your mouth open”. I immediately set myself down. Her bush was enormous, hairs sticking out every where. “I will piss in your mouth with small squirts. Not a drop is to leave your mouth. I want you to play with the piss in your mouth and then swallow. Is that understood?”. Yes, I said. She widened her knees apart above my head, and the first squirt shot across my nose and into my mouth, almost a direct hit. The stream was there for about 10 seconds in my mouth. She stopped pissing. I played with the piss in my mouth and then another stream came. After the fifth squirt, she planted her pussy above my mouth and told me to cover her pee hole completely with my mouth. She relieved what was left in her entire bladder into my mouth. I then heard her say, “Tim, this will be a daily ritual so get better at it. I have scheduled Sister Francesca to pee in your mouth daily before your bedtime”.

I was told to wash up and get ready for lunch and for midday prayers. In the lunchroom I met Sister Francesca. Sister Isabelle introduced me to her and she came to sit next to me while I ate. She was from Italy and you could tell by her accent. Her hair was red with pale skin. She had green eyes and was about 5”3 in stature. Her breasts were not poking through her shirt like Sister Isabelle but they did protrude a bit. At midday prayers she sat next to me and as the chanting began she gave me a cold smile and delicately stuck her hand behind my back and into my pants. She lifted the lip of my underwear and with her middle finger found my anus. For the rest of the time we were praying she kept her finger in my ass and occasionally brought her finger out for her to smell. She had long nails so I was in pain most of the time as she scratched the edges of my anus purposely.

I went to my afternoon classes thereafter and returned to the room late in the afternoon. I went directly to my room and fell asleep. When I woke up I heard noises from Sister Isabelle's room. I tiptoed and peeked through the doorway. She was lying flat on her stomach on her bed naked and in front of her was a boy about 10 years old assfucking a girl about 7 or 8 years old. Sister Isabelle had her head between their legs and she was fingering the boy's ass while eating the girl's little pussy. As he fucked the young girl Sister Isabelle would take her long tongue and lick from the boy's anus to the girl's pussy and back, with long strokes. She had a very long and pointy tongue. Occasionally she ordered the boy to pull out his prick while she sucked on it and then she put his dick back in the girl's ass. I heard steps from behind me so I hid behind a chair. Sister Francesca was totally naked and she walked into the room. She also had a very hairy pussy all in red. She placed her head facing down on the bed just below Sister Isabelle's pussy and started to tongue her pussy while she masturbated herself to a climax. It was as though Sister Isabelle didn't even notice Sister Francesca, she didn't flinch for a moment as she tongue fucked the boy and girl in earnest. The boy had to tell her when he was ready to cum, and when it was time he pulled out of the young girl and Sister Isabelle opened her mouth wide and engulfed his little balls and dick as he came in her mouth. She held it all in her mouth for about 5 minutes even after he came, just sucking on his entire sex organ with her lips engulfing all of it. She soon ordered the young boy and girl to get dressed and leave. When the children left the room Sister Francesca started eating Sister Isabelle's pussy on the bed with greed. I heard Sister Isabelle hitting Sister Francesca on her head and swearing obscene words to her calling her “Devil” and “Demon”. I quietly returned to my room thinking about father and how I missed him.

Sister Isabelle and Sister Francesca both came to my room after supper. Sister Isabelle did most of the talking and she said that Father Gilbert is concerned about my lack of discipline. It was imperative, she said, to use unconventional methods to make me less weak She ordered Sister Francesca to piss in my mouth and then to come to her room.

Sister Francesca removed her skirt and then her panties. She put one foot on the handle on the side of the chair and called me over. She ordered me on my knees and told me to put my mouth near her pussy and to open wide. I tried to catch as much urine into my mouth as a long steady stream of piss entered my mouth. It was soon over and I gulped almost all of it. We then walked to Sister Isabelle's room.

Sister Isabelle soon explained that tonight and tomorrow night will be a great test. I would have to sleep with Sister Isabelle tonight in her bed. She would have me sleep between her legs with my face in her crotch. I needed to learn the smell and taste and texture of her pussy and also her asshole. Tomorrow night I will sleep in Sister's Francesca's bed and learn the same thing about Sister Francesca. Both nuns will not shower so that I have the opportunity to learn their bodily smells. After the two days are up I will have to wear a blindfold and the only way to do things is to guess which pussy or asshole is the right one, or receive severe beatings and cruel torture, as she put it. If I guess right my stay with them will be comfortable and I will lead a normal active life.

I went to Sister Isabelle's room and she immediately asked me to take my clothes off. She was semi naked, with only her breasts covered. She approached me and made my plastic dick erect. She started to suck on it and put one finger in my asshole. “Now Tim be a good boy and fuck my ass until I reach orgasm”. She stuck her ass in my direction on the bed, and for the first time I used the dildo father had harnessed to my body to fuck.

Her asshole was dirty and hairy. I stuck the tip in slowly and began moving my hips. I soon had Sister Isabelle in a frenzy panting and shuttering with an intense orgasm. She had a huge smile on her face as she started to play with her clit with her finger. “Let me read you a bedtime story while you eat my pussy”, she said. And so I spent the night in her bed between her legs trying to find out the part of her most private place that may be easy to recognize. She read me the children's story about Hansel and Gretel like I was only 5 or something. The size of her clit could help me, I thought, it seemed very big between my teeth and lips. I will focus on Francesca's clit tomorrow.

PART III

I spent the next evening in Sister Francesca’s bed. She sat on my face with her asshole pushing the tip of my nose. She didn’t shower all day so the smell was strong but not too intoxicating. She farted several times which made me pause abruptly from my licking. She began speaking about Sister Isabelle. Apparently Sister Isabelle came from an old money aristocratic family from Sussex, England. Her ancestry dated back to King Arthur. She was mean and cruel because of her enormous wealth, Francesca said under her breath. On Monday and Thursday Sister Isabelle had a ritual. Sister Francesca said that I would possibly help her with her ritual. I asked exactly what the ritual was and she explained. On these particular days of the week she would have a person take a live baby gerbil and cover it in a latex bag, so that the bag was strong enough not to tear or break. The person would dip the bag in jelly and pull down Sister Isabelle’s underwear and gently put the latex bag in her vagina, deep inside. She would cover her vagina with fitted underwear and lift her skit down so she was covered completely. The gerbil would struggle for several hours and then die. It was during those hours that she would discipline her students in her office using the most violence possible. The usual assortment were wet leather belts, bull whips, needles, razor blades, densely spiked hair brushes for pussy and ass holes and even scarier objects to discipline her students. Usually a child is rushed to the church infirmary on these days bleeding profusely from their sexual organs. She says the gerbil relaxes her in her ministrations and helps her discipline her students with more vigor. She maintains extreme violence during these precious hours while the animal is alive. Once the animal dies in her she stops her session. She does not withdraw the gerbil herself, but always has another person remove it from her vagina and dispose of it. Sister Francesca said she thinks that Sister Isabelle will choose me to put it inside her and also to dispose the gerbil from her body. Once it is removed, it is a ritual that the person who removes it must eat her pussy to a double-climax. She also likes to have her asshole fingered and tongued after these sessions. She usually prefers a younger boy to insert the gerbil for her, but she has asked girls to also do it for her on a few occasions. They must be exceptionally pretty though. It is an honor to be chosen, she boasted.

I wondered how one so distinguished and pretty as Sister Isabelle could be so savage. As expected I was soon blindfolded by the nuns and asked to service their sexual needs. On one occasion I was fucking an asshole with my dick and all along I thought it was Sister Francesca. It was Sister Isabelle who was on all fours on her bed studying the bible with her face in the book while her ass was perched high in the air for an ass fucking. I thought the moans and the supple softness of skin was Sister Francesca. Big mistake. They both untied my blindfold and threw me into scorching cold shower while they both whipped me simultaneously with a bullwhip. As I crawled on the shower floor in blood and pain they both pissed in my mouth simultaneously. They aligned their backs from back to back over my face and mouth and crouched timing their piss in my mouth. There was so much piss, it was hard to swallow it all.  They then brought me to my bed and spread my legs wide to the bedposts and both ate my pussy and asshole.

The next morning I was called to Sister Isabelle’s room. She told me that if I am good over the next few days she may choose me to help her with her important ritual as explained to me by Sister Francesca. She and Sister Francesca blindfolded me again. They both were on the bed in doggystyle position as they instructed me to eat their assholes, and only their asses using only my tongue, and guess the right asshole. It was hard to say because they didn’t let me eat their pussy, which was more easily identifiableto my tongue. They both had a very bitter taste to their assholes, the only real difference was the hair that aligned the ass rim. Sister Isabelle had the longest pubes, so I would take my tongue and measure the pubic hair for clues. Also Sister Francesca’s hole was tighter than Sister Isabelle and sweeter or not as bitter as Sister Isabelle’s, so I tongue fucked both with enthusiasm for better detail. This session went well, I guessed right and was somewhat proud of myself.

Sister Isabelle was called to the Vatican for a ceremony honoring her lifelong dedication to the church, so I spent a lot of time with Sister Francesca. Every evening before bed time, as Sister Isabelle instructed, she would remove her underwear and position her peehole over my mouth and take a piss. On two occasions she also shit in my mouth and I was ordered to eat the shit slowly. I also resumed meeting with Father Gilbert when he was in his confessionary room. He rarely even spoke to me, I simply went under his garments and sucked his balls and cock and ass when he began his work. He did let me use my hands and teeth when under his clothes, that made my life a little easier. I did cough once while my tongue was in his ass, he gave my head a bit of a hard tap and I resumed my ministrations in restrained silence.  Once he placed some candy deep in his ass, so I tried to get it out and I did, it was sweet but it took almost 15 minutes to get it out with my tongue. I just sucked on his dickhead afterwards and rested my sore tongue from all the twisting it did.

Sister Isabelle returned from Italy, and that evening she was fucking my ass with a dildo head in the shape of Jesus which she brought back from her trip, which I felt was too extremely bizarre and sacrilege. She fucked my ass for an hour as she whipped my back with some leather straps. Then she peed in my mouth and sent me off to bed.

    

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