Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

[JEMMA]

When I got up, I used my enema kit to thoroughly cleanse my ass. At some point today, I expected someone would find their way from my ass to my mouth and I wanted to be prepared. Suki came by around eleven, and dropped off the final painting, the one which would have gone to Tan. I hustled her out the door so she wouldn't be here later. I ate at noon, lots of protein. I had to keep up my strength. I'd be busy later. My divorce packet came by courier at one and it included all the divorce papers as well as all evidence found implicating Tan and his family in an incestuous relationship. There was more than what we'd recorded in Sydney's bedroom. Oliver had a lot, which might explain why Tan so readily agreed to turn me into his slut. Explain, but not excuse. Everything Oliver had, we now had, so we were going to be in charge once Oliver's shit was trashed. I signed all the paperwork where my signature was required. 

JackAss came shortly afterward, with eleven handsome, strapping lads of various ethnicities trooping through the door behind him. I started getting wet just watching them line up in my living room. 

"Eleven, JackAss. That's more than I expected."

"I told you I'd need to beat them off with a stick, and actually; it's only nine. Two of them are here to help me maintain order and destroy Oliver's files. We're holding off until Tan walks through the door, then every file on all the computers and associated servers and phones will be destroyed. All at once. The computers might burn up. We're eliminating the cooling safeguards."

I looked at all of them looking at me expectantly, wondering what exactly was going on. I could see a couple of them might have erections already. 

"Did JackAss tell you what we needed you for here today?"

"He said we'd be having sex with a beautiful woman, ma'am," a tall, good looking, black man said. "Where's the others."

"The others?" I asked. "What others?"

"Well ma'am. There's 9 of us and I only see one of you," he said. What a gentleman.



"Yes," I said, "9 of you and one of me. I want all 9 of you to fuck me."

"One at a time, señora, or all at once?" a slim, tattooed Latino asked.

"Well as many of you as I can handle at once," I replied. "I'm thinking 5 at a time. I'm assured it can be done."

They all kind of looked at each other for a minute.



"Excuse me, ma'am," the black gentleman said. "You are going to have sex with all of us; right here, right now?" Such a sweet boy. He reminded me of Cheyenne's brothers. Raised right.

"Well, I was thinking of the bedroom where we'll be much more comfortable, but that is my goal."

They looked at each other again.



"Let me explain," I said, removing my clothes. "I recently discovered my husband has been trying to turn me into a whore, allowing others to fuck me any time they wished. This is not really anything I ever wished for myself. I planned to be a one man woman. He's recently pretended to be working in Osaka, Japan so these other men and women," I stressed, "could avail themselves of me more frequently." I was soon standing in front of all of them naked as a jaybird. Everyone other than JackAss was looking at me intently and more of them appeared to be sporting erections. "He's pretending to be returning this afternoon. He never left the country and he's been in town for at least the last week, fucking other people. I want to show him he's been successful in turning me into a slut. I want all of you to be fucking me when he comes through our bedroom door. He's expecting me to be naked and waiting for him when he arrives. I'm leaving my clothes out here, so he knows the naked part is true. You may all remove your clothes in the bedroom so he doesn't see them until he comes through the door."






"Ma'am, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but having a bunch of men fucking your wife is a good way to get shot in Georgia."

"That's why JackAss is not participating. He's armed...you are armed, aren't you JackAss?"

He patted his waistband. "I am."

"My husband does not normally carry a weapon, but JackAss is here to ensure my husband behaves himself and doesn't do more than watch. The three of them should be able to handle any problems which arise. And since my husband will be handed his divorce papers when he arrives, he has no earthly reason to squawk about anything which goes on here. A quick question. I don't want to piss off any wives or girlfriends, so you boys are currently unattached?"



They all shook their heads, yes. I hoped they were telling the truth, but I also had to assume JackAss had vetted them some.





"Excellent. The other thing I'm realizing is this may not have been what you signed up for, so anyone who wants to back out now, you may go ahead and leave. I'll have no hard feelings. If you wish to proceed, join me in the bedroom and strip off your clothes. Anyone needing a little pick me up ahead of time, my mouth is now open for business."

[JEMMA]

"I have one thing to add," JackAss said. "This lovely lady is trying to retaliate against her bastard of a husband. If for any reason she asks you to stop, because he leaves or she's getting worn out; you stop. She's doing this voluntarily, but the moment it stops being voluntary, it ends. That's the other reason I'm here. Don't piss me off."

"I plan to give every one of you at least one orgasm, so no one goes home in a bad way," I added, "so just let me know if you haven't cum yet, and I'll take care of you. Follow me gentlemen."



I turned and walked into the bedroom, swaying my hips as I walked and I was pleased to note every single one of them followed me in, most of them starting to unbutton or shed shirts as they walked. JackAss and the other two protectors followed us in and closed the bedroom door behind us. When their clothes were off, I was pleased to note every one of them was sporting the beginnings of a lovely erection. Ah, the benefits of youth and vigor. 

Pulling the covers from the bed, I said, "I want lots of cum on me and in me. I want it to be dripping from my ass and cunt, off my face and all over my body. Feel free to let loose any time you have a need. There's no reason for my husband not to see me exactly as he wanted me to be, a totally wanton slut." I saw JackAss shaking his head in the background. I turned to the handsome black gentleman. "Sir, since you were so kind and respectful when we started, I'll give you first choice. Would you like my cunt, my ass or my mouth?"

If you don't mind, ma'am, I'm kind of a pussy pleaser. I'll take your pussy, please."

"You are such a gentleman," I said, fondling his stiff cock. "Why don't you lie down on the bed and I'll mount you." 

"Yes, ma'am." Always polite.

He lay down on the bed, his cock standing rampantly up like a nice flag pole. I climbed over the top of him and placed his prick at the slick entrance to my pussy and sank down over the crown, burying him in my cunt.



"Ooh, sir. I can see why you call yourself a pussy pleaser. My pussy is most pleased to make your acquaintance. You fill me up." I moaned to let him know how much. "I don't know how you other gentlemen will decide who else is going next, but I need cocks in my ass and my mouth, and I definitely have two hands available to speed things along. There's lubricant on the nightstand. I'd appreciate it most greatly if you make liberal use of it. Election Day was a very busy day for me and I'm still a little sore, so be gentle, gentlemen."

One of the white guys grabbed the bottle of lube and smeared some around my back door and his cock. Thankfully, he wasn't much more than average sized. The guy in my cunt was only around 7 inches but thick. He climbed on the bed behind me and I laid my head down on the broad chest under me and spread my cheeks. He did as I'd requested and very slowly eased his way through my sphincter. 

"Ahh, perfect. I'm so full right now and it feels so good. Don't be shy. My mouth is still empty. I can deep throat gentlemen. I've been well trained." 

An asian fellow got on the bed and presented a long, thin cock. 

"If you put a little lube on your pricks," I said, "I'm sure I can give excellent hand jobs, though I admit, that wasn't one of the skills I was trained in," before pulling the prick down my throat.



Two more young men, one the tattooed Latino and the other also black, lubed their erections and placed my hands on them and I slowly started stroking them, stem to stern, not only airtight, but fully engaged. For the next 5 minutes, all I was, was a milking machine, milking their bodies for the thick cream they'd provide me. The asian gentleman gave me my first reward. Grunting, his cock swelled and let loose in my mouth to start, though he pulled out after the first two jets went down my gullet and left the rest of his cream on my face. The Latino in my left hand took his place in my mouth, and another white cock went into my hand. 

The next one to cum was the fellow in my posterior, plastering my rectum with his milky contribution. I orgasmed with him, clutching his cock in my spasming sphincter. He squeezed out the last few drops and spread them on my ass cheeks, and another one took his place, though I didn't see who, being otherwise engaged. The Latino was the next to go and he sprayed all but the first spurt into my face. The young black man in my right hand also released and thick ropes of his cum went up my arm and into my face and hair. Some of it dripped down onto the man beneath me. Since my mouth was momentarily vacant, I licked it up.



"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you'd be getting some on you as well."

"It's worth it, ma'am. Can I say you have the most wonderful pussy I've ever been in?"

"Yes you may and thank you. Might I ask what your name is, sir?"

"Montgomery, ma'am."

"Montgomery. It's been a pleasure meeting you. Your momma raised you right. I'll try to clean up after myself."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."



I opened my mouth again and another cock filled it. Every one of the men I was pleasuring climaxed again but Montgomery, who was still going strong. He wasn't able to move very much due to our respective positions and I was distracted by all the other cocks I was pleasing. I climaxed again, my pussy pulsating on Montgomery's prick. Still he managed to keep going. I was moaning fairly regularly. It was a splendid fucking. I temporarily paused my prick licking to clean a few more drops of cum off Montgomery's face, although I smeared more on him than I licked, I was afraid.

"Honey, I'm home," Tan called out from the entry.

"In the bedroom, dear. I'm waiting for you," I called out, turning to face the door. I wanted to see his face when he saw me. 

I saw JackAss and one of his enforcers move to either side of the door while the third one was poised at a laptop set up on the bureau. Tan walked through the door and an utter look of shock crossed his face when he saw me, Montgomery's thick prick up my cunt, the third man to have fucked my ass firmly embedded in it. Two more cocks in my hands and a third dangling before my face. I couldn't have been more pleased to see the look upon his face. JackAss and his buddy pushed him forward into the room and closed the door behind him.



"Brenda!" He shouted shrilly, like a little girl.

"Hi, honey. I just wanted to show you your plan to turn me into the the biggest whore in Atlanta worked to perfection. I'd introduce you to all these other men, but you know JackAss already and the only other one whose name I know is Montgomery, currently fucking my cunt. Say hello to my husband, Tan, gentlemen."



A chorus of hello's and hi's were uttered with a few 'Tans' thrown in. Tan was still staring in shock. The cock in my left hand started to spurt and I turned to let it go all over my face.



"Mmm," I said, "a cum facial. You don't know how much I enjoy them now. You'll be pleased to know, Tan, I went off my birth control last month and I'm currently at my most fertile. Between Election Day and today, I'm reasonably certain we'll be having a baby in 9 months. Of course, I won't be able to guarantee the child will be white, but you've never been particularly picky about who I fucked. Oh, baby, that's right, coat my ass with your cum," I moaned, the fellow fucking my ass orgasming as I spoke.

"Ma'am," Montgomery whispered, "should I be wearing a condom."

I kissed him, long and passionately, sliding my cum coated tongue into his mouth. After a few seconds, I disengaged, whispering, "You're okay. I'm lying to him."



"Good," he said, "cause I'm going to cum and flood your pussy."

"Please do."

Montgomery groaned and climaxed and I climaxed with him, our combined cum quickly flooding from my properly plugged pussy.

"Fuck me," I moaned. "Fill my cunt with your hot black cum, honey. Make a baby for me." I paused, dramatically, I thought, then said, "If we're lucky, maybe the baby will be yours, Tan. Or maybe it will be your fucking father's." 



The room grew suddenly and completely silent. The cat was out of the bag now. Everybody paused, no motion at all. Everyone knew why I was fucking them, and why I hated my husband enough to do this to him.

"Brenda, I can explain," Tan protested, still shrill.

"No, Tan. You can't possibly explain, not in a million years. I don't even want to hear it."

I opened my mouth and filled it with cock, sucking hard for my treat. He must have been ready before I stopped, because 15 seconds after I started sucking, his cock head swelled and the salty treat flooded my throat. I gobbled it down, silently crying.



I heard JackAss behind me. "You've been served. If I were you, I'd watch the little film on the thumb drive before reading your divorce papers. They may encourage you to do the right thing and sign them. By the way, are you left or right handed, you know, for signing paperwork."

"Right handed," Tan said dejectedly. 

I heard a pop and Tan screamed. I looked behind me and Tan was holding his right arm.

"That's only a dislocated shoulder," JackAss said. "Pop that back in there and you'll be able to sign these papers in a week. This next one will take a little longer to heal." He made a sudden move on Tan's left arm and I heard a snap, and Tan howled in pain. "That's a break. About 8 to 10 weeks in a cast for that one. You might be able to detect changes in the weather. Those are for allowing Oliver to do what he did to her."

"Don't kill him," I said. "He still has to sign the divorce paperwork and I used to love him once."

"Don't worry, Brenda. I won't kill him. He'll only wish he was dead." He kneed Tan in the groin and Tan whimpered and sank to the floor. "That's for being a royal prick. If the idea of prosecution should pop into your wormy little head, just remember, incest with your sister, mother and father are crimes in the State of Georgia. Signing your divorce papers isn't the only thing we expect for our silence. We expect yours as well. I believe we've destroyed all evidence of what's been done to Brenda, but if by some strange chance, you happen to have any shit we managed to miss, if it ever shows up on the internet identifying her by name or face, the information in here goes to the new state Attorney General who we have by the balls. Not to mention what I do to you next becomes much worse. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes," Tan groaned. 

I released all the cocks I was holding or fucking and got off the bed, standing in front of Tan with cum all over my face and hair and running out of my cunt and ass.



"Your plan succeeded, Tan. I'm now the biggest slut in Atlanta, but you'll never touch me again so you'll never enjoy the fruits of your labors. I belong to everyone else but you. I want to fuck and suck cock all day, but never yours. Sign the divorce decree when you can and get the fuck out of my sight."



JackAss motioned to his buddy. "Drop this asshole off at the hospital. He got into a bar fight and has no clue who fucked him up."

The guy helped him to his feet, though Tan still couldn't stand straight.

I got onto the bed on my back with my legs spread. "Anyone else want to fuck my cunt. Montgomery just told me it was the finest pussy he's ever had." One of the other black men raised his hand. "Don't be shy, man. Momma's open for business." He climbed into the bed and pushed into me. "Mmmm. I love a good hard cock. Fuck me hard and fill me with your cum, please." I was crying, but it was silent, nothing more than alligator tears running down my cheeks. "My mouth needs another cock, boys. Where's the man who just orgasmed in my ass. Let me clean that off for you. I love to suck cock that's just fucked my ass."



His cock found its way into my mouth as Tan left the room. "Yummy," I mumbled around his cock.



The party ended soon after, everything else being rather anti-climactic. The two men I was fucking depositing their loads in and on me. Afterward, they all silently got dressed and started leaving. I lay splayed on the bed, covered in cum, my legs apart. 

Before he left, Montgomery came up to me and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I really am."

"Give me a kiss, Montgomery, before you leave."

He bent over and kissed my cum spattered lips. "Thank you, sir. You were a gentlemen and I appreciated it," I said. 

"Yes, ma'am. You're welcome ma'am."

"Call me Brenda. You've fucked me now. We should be on a first name basis, don't you think?"

"Yes, Brenda. Thank you, Brenda." He bowed slightly and left.

Only JackAss and his other friend remained. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me, JackAss? I still have a little energy left." 

JackAss was avoiding trying to look at me. His friend wasn't trying so hard. He was staring at my cum soaked body with some amazement and perhaps a little awe. 

"No thanks. You're still married as of this moment."

"I don't think Tan will care."

"I care."

"How about you?" I asked his friend. "The others have all gone now. You're off duty."

"Sorry ma'am. I'm married. Plus, I've got to say you're a wee bit messy."

I laughed. "Very messy. Good for you. I'm happy to see you're honoring your wedding vows. Please, never do anything to harm or dishonor your wife. Revenge is a very bitter pill to swallow, if Tan is any indication."

"No ma'am."

"Take a good look now, because this is what revenge looks like."

He did look briefly, unable to tear his eyes away for a few moments, but eventually lowered his eyes.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Philip. Phil to my friends."

"Phil. I suggest you go home and make sweet love to your wife all night long. Show her how much you love and adore her. Thanks for helping me out here."

"Yes, ma'am. I do believe I'll take your advice." He took another quick heated look at me, smiled, and left.

"You chose some real gentlemen for me, JackAss. I appreciate your efforts."

"Nothing but the best for you, Brenda."

"Aren't you sweet. I suppose I should go wash up now. Phil was right. I'm a bit of a fright."

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to stay for awhile?"

"You want to play after I get cleaned up?"

"Nope. The mess doesn't bother me much, but you're still married. I just want to make sure you're okay before I leave."

"Suit yourself."

I took a long, hot shower, shampooing my hair twice and douching my girl parts. I dried off and went back to the bedroom and JackAss was waiting, sitting on a corner of the bed that didn't look as disastrous as the rest. 

"If you're going to stay, you might as well help me remake the bed," I said. "I'd like to sleep in clean sheets tonight." I started stripping off the fitted sheet. 

JackAss got on the other side and pulled it down, letting it join the pile of covers I'd left on the floor. He took the pillow case off one of the pillows as I removed the other. I pulled out clean sheets and a different bedspread and we worked together to make up the bed.

"You could put on some clothes," he said, tucking the bedspread around the pillow on his side.



I glanced down and saw I didn't have a stitch on. I looked at him and noticed he had a hard-on. Oops.

"Why?" I asked. "You've seen me naked. You've seen me fucking, both in movies and live today, both men and women. I have nothing left to hide from you."

"Because I'd like to talk to your face and I find myself staring at your boobs all the time. It's impolite. My mama would call it downright rude."

I laughed. "You're mama is right. It is rude and I'll put on a nightshirt, if that's okay with you."

"A tent would be better, but anything's better than nothing."

"I'll add panties and a bra then. I certainly wouldn't want you to be rude."

"Thanks."

I still dressed in front of him, not giving him any relief until I was covered.

"I'm starved," I said. "Can I fix you something to eat?"

"If you don't mind me in your kitchen, perhaps I can make you something."

"No, go right ahead."

"It will probably be more breakfasty," he said. "I'm not great shakes for evening meals unless you're talking spaghetti and I don't know if you have the right ingredients. Plus the sauce should simmer for hours and we are talking starvation here."



"Breakfasty is fine," I replied.

"Follow me then." He led the way to the kitchen and started going through the refrigerator while I sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. He pulled out a couple potatoes, some sausage, eggs, cheese, chives, scallions and red peppers. He peeled and cubed the potatoes, started them cooking in some vegetable oil in a big fry pan, adding the red peppers, onion and sausage later, browning them all. When it looked close to done, he cracked six eggs, mixed in some cheese and scallions and poured everything into the fry pan, stirring occasionally to ensure the eggs scrambled evenly. Everything done, he divided it into two equal portions on two plates and handed me one, sitting beside me.

[JEMMA]

"Marion said, 'My daughter doesn't need you in prison, she needs a father. She needs a good father. Are you ready to be a good father to this little girl, no matter which of you planted her in my body.' I told her I would be the very best father I could, and if she'd have me, I'd be the husband to replace the one she lost. I wept, crying at her feet, and she picked me up off the ground and said, 'I've already forgiven you. I need you to be a man now. The time for regrets is past. I'll accept your offer.' So she married me and I've tried to be the best husband and father I could be, because I could never make up for what I'd done. It was only through her grace I was saved. I tried to protect you from what I was, and maybe I kept you too protected, too innocent. But I feel like I'm responsible, it's my fault all this happened to you. The sins of the father."





"Now, Henry. That's too Old Testament for me. God sent his Son to take our sins and wash them away and through him you were saved. The God I believe in is a loving God and he wouldn't need to visit your sins on our Brenda. These were evil man who haven't found the Lord, acting of their own volition. Let's not forget, my daughter may have inherited her love of sex from me. I've always had a fondness for the desires of the flesh. I've happily taken you unto myself on a regular basis I've loved it so much, even when you weren't much in the mood. It sounds as if God has taken them for their wicked ways and they're probably burning in hell as we speak. No. The past is the past and there's nothing for it. The thing we need to do is get our baby girl out of this blue funk she's in. I raised a fighter, not a quitter, and she's quitting and I won't have it. Brenda, I want you to get on your knees with me. You need to speak to God again."



"Mother, I already told you I don't feel close to God anymore."

"You may not feel close to Him, but He's close to you, whether you will it or not. Give me your hand and we'll pray together. On your knees now."

I took her hand and we knelt down. "Henry, you too. Take your daughter's other hand and pray with me."

He got down on his knees and offered his hand to me. I didn't want to take it. I was still shocked and angry at his revelation. 



"Brenda," my mother said, "take your father's hand. He's done enough he's earned your hand in this one thing. We need to pray together. It's through our uplifted voices calling as one, God hears us best. Trust me in this. You will feel better."

I took his hand and we all bowed our heads. 

"Lord, we ask for Your divine intervention on behalf of our daughter, Brenda Goh. She's recently suffered the travails of Job and her spirit is weak and unable to find You, her Heavenly Father, in her heart. I would ask, dear Lord, You send Your Spirit into her, to uplift her heart so she may find You again. Grant her Your strength, so she may endure all that's happened to her and find her way into Your loving arms once more. Grant her soul Your serenity so she can find peace. Please forgive her sins of the flesh and strengthen her resolve so she's able to resist their allure in the future. Let her find the understanding and forgiveness of Your Son so she may forgive her enemies and those who've hurt her. Open her heart to her earthly father who she feels has betrayed her in the means of her birth. Let her love him again as I love him as he has rued his evil past and tried to make amends by being the man he's become. I ask this in the name of Your Son, Jesus, our Lord and Savior, who You sent to take our sins and make them His own, to die for us and remove our stain. In His name we pray, Amen."



I don't know how it happened, but as Mom prayed, it felt as if a great weight was lifted from my heart and I was freed of my despair and anguish. The great pain I was feeling started to melt away. It was so simple. I squeezed her hand and that of my father. He squeezed it back.

"Can you ever forgive me, Brenda?" Dad asked simply.

"I don't know," I honestly replied. "It's a lot to take in. How did you forgive him, Mom?"

"He gave me my greatest treasure," Mom said, "you. No matter how it occurred, the means by which you came to me; he gave me you. I couldn't have asked for a better daughter. Maybe it's why I could forgive him when he raped me. God let me know you were the blessing which would follow. It's very seldom we're given burdens greater than we can bear. That's not to say we can just say a prayer and all is right. God helps those who help themselves. You need to see a therapist, Brenda. This is not something you should bear all by yourself. You feel guilt from the pleasure you took. Guilt is a terrible thing. It can bring you to seek forgiveness as your father did, or it can cause you to seek ruination; to wallow in your sins. So I recommend a steady diet of therapy as well as prayer."

"Did you have a therapist?"

"I had a wise, compassionate pastor, a loving mother, and a good and saintly friend, Sister Mary."

"Tiffany's mother? I've heard you call her that before."

"Mary was a young nun, who also suffered from desires of the flesh. She made love to a boy, Tiffany's father, and became pregnant. She left the convent and married him and they had Tiffany. She understood the weakness a woman can suffer and helped me through a lot."

"She's Catholic and you're Baptist."

"I don't believe God differentiates between us sinners. We're all His children. What we call ourselves is of no more importance to Him than the words in a book. We're called to him and each find our own way."

"And now Tiffany has helped me."

"Her mother taught her well. She will always be a good friend. It's why she called us. She knew she needed help to reach you. We all need help once in awhile. Tiffany has recommended a good therapist. We need to make an appointment with her tomorrow. Your father and I will be staying for about a week or so, just to make sure you're on the right path again. Oh, this is getting harder and harder on my knees," Mom said. "I hope God won't take it ill if I start praying from a seated position." 

She stood up, then helped pull me to my feet, then Dad. She hugged him. 

"Help me make up our bed, Henry. I feel the need for some loving. It's been a hard day."

"Yes, dear." 

He smiled at me and whispered, "She forgave me. I hope you can too."

They disappeared into the guest bedroom.

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[JEMMA]

I started therapy the next day, a loving and compassionate woman, experienced in helping victims of sexual abuse. I went twice a week for a month, then down to once a week. She's helped me a lot.



I had a gathering for all my friends two weeks after Mom and Dad went home. I explained some of what happened to me, told them I'd bugged them and why. On the whole, they understood, though they've been a little chillier towards me than they used to be. I can't say I blamed them, though they were happy I wasn't the one who listened in on them. They were glad to know they'd been turned off as soon as we found Sydney was the culprit, and happier still when I removed the bugs from their homes. The chill seems like it's starting to thaw and I'm so happy because I cared for them so much. I was closer to Maria now than I used to be, but she was the first one to find out and steered me in the right direction. I'd licked her cunt, I'm sorry, pussy, and that was a bond I didn't share with any of the others. It was something I hadn't repeated, but Maria knew I wasn't into girls and didn't expect a return engagement. Still sex was sex, and I suppose we always feel a little closer to one we've shared it with.

Tiffany has been stalwart, a rock of Gibraltar. I couldn't ask for a better friend. 



My divorce finally went through. Tan gave me everything I asked for. His family was more resistant, but they eventually capitulated. I was a quasi-wealthy woman. Tan enclosed a letter with the divorce decree. I hadn't spoken to him since the day he walked in on me. 





In the letter, he apologized for what he'd done. As I somewhat expected, Oliver had used the leverage he'd gained from knowing of Tan's family's incest from Geoff to leverage Tan into turning me over to Oliver. Geoff had a bigger part to play than I realized. He was friends with Oliver from the Club and when he found out about Tan's family, helped give Oliver the blackmail material needed to control the Goh's. When Geoff heard Tan say I was a virgin and unwilling to have sex with him, Geoff told Oliver, which is when he became interested in me. Tan told me Oliver really did seem to believe in the sex magic bullshit, and Tan had believed it at first, but what he'd thought was magic, was probably Oliver blackmailing people to do what he'd wanted. He'd found out afterwards his junior partnership was given to him because his boss was blackmailed into giving it, in addition to the 'carrot' of having sex with me, which opened the boss to even more blackmail. He believed Oliver talked about sex magic so much to make people believe he had special powers, whereas he mostly had good blackmail recordings. 





Kathy and Stan were chosen to help control me. Both had long associations with Oliver. He confirmed what we already knew from the conversation held in Sydney's room that both Stan and Kathy had sex with me while I was drugged. He also admitted to never having left the US, working for his company in Memphis where they had a branch office, staying in a hotel there. Oliver's idea to make him lie about it. He also admitted Sydney frequently came to Memphis to have sex with him while he was away from me.



Tan said Oliver told him to demand a child earlier than we planned. It was to put pressure on me and make me more frantic and prone to errors in judgment, thus resulting in my alteration of my agreement. 



Tan said he and the rest of his family were all moving, him to the west coast, the rest going elsewhere. He said he wasn't having sex with them anymore, though I wasn't sure I believed it. He told me he really had loved me and the whole thing hadn't been the fraud it felt like. He realized he was sick and was seeing someone for it. He asked me to forgive him, but I'm not my Mom, no matter how much I pray, so I question if I'll ever forgive him. He said JackAss crushed his testicles rather badly when he kneed him in the groin and he may never be able to have children. 



Probably for the best if his line died with him, and I wished Sydney was sterile as well. In all, it was a rather open and honest confession, about two years too late, by my estimation. If I'd known about the incest, I'd never have married him, nor would any other decent human being. 





With the money from my divorce, I repaid Tiffany back for all the money she paid to CapOn Investigations. Jolene remains my close friend and I've never asked about Stan and Kathy's boating accident. It's none of my business really, and probably deserved if she did do it. What they'd done, including using a date rape drug on a young, vulnerable woman meant they were not good people. 



Not wanting to do nothing with my time just because I had some money, I started swimming again, and using Suki's connections, started working as a live model. Sometimes, I was nude, other times, I wasn't. Being nude wasn't much of a problem for me anymore. The pay was good and I was used to holding still for long periods of time.

[yang punk]

Not the end yet I hope!

What did she do to Oliver and Geoff?

[Lawabies]

Superb story, thanks for sharing!

[JEMMA]

There was a knock on my door about four weeks after my divorce was final. I was expecting Jolene so I was surprised to see JackAss at the door.

"JackAss, it's so good to see you. Won't you come in?"

"Thanks. I'd love to."

"What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Your divorce is final, I understand."

"Yes, about a month ago."

"You didn't call me. You were supposed to call me when you were divorced."

"Ah, yes. Unfinished business. I'm sorry. I should have remembered." I started to remove my top. "You've earned a good fuck. I'll be happy to supply it. Let's go into the bedroom and get comfortable." I was working on the front clasp of my bra.

JackAss grabbed my hand before I set my breasts free. "I didn't come here to fuck. That's not my unfinished business."



I looked up at him. "What is your unfinished business?" I asked.

"To date." I looked up at him stupidly. "I want to go on a date with you. You're free now. You can date anyone you want. I'd like you to go out with me."

"You want a date?"

"Yes, ma'am I do. And could you put your blouse back on. Your boobs are distracting me."

I started buttoning up my blouse again. "Why would you want to go out on a date with me? You know what I became, what I am? I'm a whore now. You saw me fucking nine different men is this very apartment."

"Well, Brenda, I disagree. I do not believe you're a whore at all. I want to go on a date for the same reason most other people go on dates; to check our compatibility to determine if we should get married."

"You would want to marry me after knowing what you know?"

"I believe so, yes ma'am, but we would have to date first to see if we're simpatico. Might be we hate each other's guts. Only way to try it out is to date. Besides, I don't know if you're any good in bed."

"You're wondering if I'm any good in bed?"

"Well, I don't want to take some other fellows word for it. I have to check for myself. But there's a progression to these things. We don't start with the sex part. We have to see if we like one another first. If we do, the sex follows. I understand in most cases there's no sex until after at least the third date. I'm a traditional guy. I can wait."

"You saw me getting fucked in three holes, like 57 times by 49 different cocks in one 15 hour period, and you don't think I'm a whore?"



"Well, now. It may be you're a whore and I don't recognize the symptoms. Answer me a couple questions."



"Shoot."

"How many men have you fucked since the day your husband walked in on you?"

"None," I admitted.

"It's been like six months now, right."

"Six and a half, but who's counting."

"No sex for six and a half months."

"I've masturbated."

"Me too, and I don't think I'm a whore."

"What about all the people I fucked before that day? All the times I climaxed when they were fucking me."



"Well, you do realize most people have a sexual history before they got married, right? I hope you don't think you'd be marrying a virgin if we got hitched?"

"No. I don't think you're a virgin."

"You know. Every time I had sex, I orgasmed. Sometimes before I was ready, much to my everlasting shame. I always wanted to show my partner a good time."

"It's different for men. Our biology is different."

"Yes, and no. Different but the same. We were all born with the ability to enjoy sex. I know. Men and women are supposed to be different, but you would agree we all have the ability to enjoy sex, right?"



"Yes. I would agree with that."

"Now supposing I was tied up and you wanted to have sex with me, and I didn't want to. Do you think I could keep from cumming just because I didn't want to?"

"No. I'm pretty sure I could make you cum. But deep down, you might want to have sex with me. It makes a difference."

"Supposing it was a man sucking my cock and I didn't want to cum because I don't want men sucking my dick. Do you think I wouldn't cum?"

"Not if he was any good at sucking cock."

"There you go. How am I different from you?"

"Men and women are different. We work differently. It's not the same."

"You already agreed we were both born the ability to enjoy sex. It's what makes us different from animals."

"I was raped and I enjoyed it."



"And the man who was sucking me off wouldn't be raping me? I hope you don't think so little of my gender identification."

"We're different," I protested. "We just are."

"No, we're not, Brenda. If you were a real whore, you'd have fucked a hundred different men by now and maybe a few women too. You went through something bad in your life, and it sucked and you orgasmed in spite of it. Tough shit. Oliver had a degree in psychology, did you know that? Some European place which is why it wasn't on his first summary. Eton, I think, the same place Alister went to college which is where Oliver probably decided to adopt him as his father. I don't think his mother knew who his father was. She was an actual whore, unlike you. He knew how to twist you up and turn you inside out. It was his specialty, not sex magic, just bullshit. He knew how to make you feel bad about yourself. It-is-not-your-fault. You-are-not-a-whore. Get over it."

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you."

"I don't usually have this much trouble getting someone to go out with me. Usually, they're a little more willing. With you, it was like pulling teeth. Will tonight be okay?"

"I can't. I was expecting Jolene to come over."

"Oooh, about that. She's not coming over."

"Why not."

"I didn't tell you. My new job is with CapON Investigations. They decided they needed a full time computer guy on their staff. Got the job a few months ago. I asked Jolene to keep it a secret until we saw everything worked out. Turns out; it worked out great. Anyway, Jolene has to tail someone tonight and she can't make it, so she sent me in her place. Since you have nothing better to do, I'm thinking date night."

"I'm not dressed for a date."

"I can wait. I've waited this long, I can wait a little longer. How long will it take you?"

"An hour, maybe less, depending on how snazzy you want me to be."

"I don't really need snazzy."

"Well, you've seen me with cum dripping out of my cunt and ass, so I'm not surprised, but if I'm going out on a first date, I'd like to make a good first impression."

"Snazzy it is. I'll be waiting right here." He patted the couch. "You know, if we decide to get married, you're going to have to give up the nude modeling. I don't mind the other stuff that much, but a woman should save her nudity for her husband."

"Do tell."

"Absolutely. Ask your mother. I'm sure she'll agree with me."

"Have you been talking to my parents?"

"Well, I had to tell them I was seeking your hand in marriage. I'm a traditional guy."

"Of course you are."

"At least three dates. More if we're not sure yet."

"I'll be right out."

"Take your time. I'll be waiting right here." He leaned back on the couch. "I want to see what you look like if you're trying to impress me."

As I walked away, I started shedding my clothes. I was nude before I hit the bedroom. I turned to him and winked. JackAss laughed, and I started getting ready for our date.



We went on 5 dates before we slept together. JackAss wanted to be sure I was ready for sex again. He was such a gentleman, until he wasn't. Holy moly, that man could fuck. Sexual compatibility was no issue. We were married 6 months after our first date at the office of a Justice of the Peace. No more big weddings, though Tiffany was still my Maid of Honor. Well, Matron of Honor. She got married before my second and was a month pregnant when JackAss and I tied the knot. Phil was his best man. It felt odd knowing the best man had seen me naked and fucking the day I got my revenge on Tan, but JackAss didn't care and it was never talked about. We didn't go to St. Lucia for our honeymoon. We went to Pensacola, Florida instead, not too far away from where my parents lived. They came to visit one evening on our honeymoon and we went out to dinner. I've forgiven Dad. If Mom could, I could. I still don't know if he's my real father, or it was the other fellow that raped my Mom. He could be though. I'll never tell anyone else. I wonder if Tiffany's Mom, Mary, knew. If she did, she never told Tiffany, or if Tiffany knew, she never told me.





JackAss and I have two children now. A boy, JackAss Jr., the oldest at 5, and a girl, Marion, after my Mother, now 3 years old. There's another bun in the oven, a girl, who I'll name Tiffany, after my very good friend. The boy looks so much like his father and Marion looks a little like me, but her hair is prettier, JackAss's blonde, not my mousy brown. We're planning on one more. I'm a very happy woman, and if I sometimes dream of another cock in me besides JackAss's, I say a little prayer and get over it, because I love the cock I have and the man attached to it. I thought I'd lost love when I learned Tan betrayed me and no one would ever want a whore. Turns out I was wrong and the happier for it.

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[JEMMA]

New Non-Consent/Reluctance Series

The contents is 100℅ NOT from me, but just added some local Flavours & Erotic Images to enhance the story.This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers ONLY.
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The Novice

Audrey knelt before Mother Superior, head bowed. She was visibly distressed by Mother's continued refusal to allow her to take her vows and become a nun. 

"I know you think me harsh, child, to refuse you this again," Mother Superior said softly, running a lightly caressing hand over the turned down head.

"Please, Mother, do not think I question your judgment and wisdom. But I am not idle, my voice is considered pleasing by the other members of the choir, my embroidery is moderate, I…is it because of my illegitimacy?" Her lower lip trembled as she murmured the last words.

She had never known her natural mother, an unmarried bar wench who had died giving birth to Audrey. No relatives or a father had come forward to claim the babe for their own, so the convent had taken in the sickly babe with open arms.

"Audrey, you are soft hearted, gentle and obedient, and worthy of our convent. It is not this I question, but whether your destiny lies with us."

"What?" Audrey gasped tremulously. "St Agatha's is my home, my family. It is here that I have been raised, fed and clothed, educated and given shelter. I wish to devote my life to St Agatha's for the gifts given to me. My destiny lies here!"

"Then my request will not alter your destiny, " Mother said firmly yet kindly.

"But…"

"Audrey, neither Father nor I refuse your wish lightly. Nor are we sending you St Helen's as some form of punishment. Should you wish to return after a years passing and take your vows, you may do so with our full blessing."

"Truly?" Audrey whispered, sweet smile lighting up her delicate features as she raised her face to gaze up at the graying woman with beseeching eyes. "Then I may become a nun?"

Mother smiled in return, unable to resist Audrey's warmth and charm. "Yes, Audrey, if that is still your wish."

"Thank you…Thank you…Thank you!" Audrey cried as she leapt to her feet and wrapped her arms around the small frail woman who was like a mother to her.

Mother chuckled at Audrey's enthusiasm. "Run along now, child, lest I can't bear to see you go and change my mind."

The old nun smiled sadly as she watched the young novice leave her chamber, and again asked herself had they made the right decision in sending her to St Helen's?

Audrey was sweet and obedient, and cursed with an exquisite beauty that drew eyes to her whenever she went. Her creamy skin and silken chestnut waves were enough to draw attention unbecoming to a nun, yet the guileless dark blue eyes and pink bow mouth could only invite temptation among the men of the parish. The old nun knew it would serve her ill. 

Mother knew Audrey needed a strong protector, fearing that a man who happened upon her alone in the deserted fields around St Agatha's would not be able to resist Audrey's sweet allure. The priest was old, unable to pose as a threat to any man who dared sample one of God's servants.

The priest at St Helen's was young, and a force to be reckoned with among village folk. And as much as Mother was terribly worried over sending Audrey from the protective confines of St Agatha's to a bustling towns, she prayed that living among people would open Audrey's eyes to a world outside of prayers and duties. And perhaps, in time, her beauty would attract a young man with moderate means willing to wed her.

Many questions about her new home for which there were no answers plagued her in the week it had taken to travel to St Helen's by carriage. And now, as she sat silently with folded hands in her novice's habit and white hood, her small wooden trunk at her feet, she felt as though she had entered a different world. 

She gazed about the large hall in awe, noting the exquisite high arch windows filled with glorious colours, the grey stonewalls hung with richly woven tapestries, the solid timber furnishing and scattered rugs. A fire flickered in the large fireplace, adding to the warmth of the charming hall that was so different from St Agatha's modest and austere surroundings.

Taking a deep, calming breath as she patiently waited for Father Mathews to greet her, she told herself firmly that time would pass quickly and soon she would take her vows with Mother's blessing. Audrey knew with all her heart that she would still wish to be a nun when her time at St Helen's was up, yet she would gladly do this for Mother and put any fears of her unsuitability to rest.

As Audrey sat silently, she slowly became aware of low moans and gasping cries coming from a partially open door at the far end of the hall that she knew to be Father Mathew's chambers. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering at the strange, animal-like sounds. She tried to convince herself that someone must be pouring out their grief to Father Mathews, yet as the moans grew in intensity, a small frown marred her delicate features. 

She squirmed where she sat, feeling their desperation and urgency wash over her, touching something deep inside. Finally she could bear it no longer, her curiosity driving her to her feet. Could Father Mathews have injured himself and be laying in pain, unable to call for help?

Swiftly and silently she crossed the hall to pause hesitantly outside of the priest's chamber. She knocked twice and waited anxiously for a response. When there was no answer, only husky cries, Audrey drew up her courage and pressed the door open fearfully.

Her breath caught in her throat at the scene before her. A woman, her habit pushed up around waist, lay on a large mahogany desk, her soft thighs spread wide apart, the dark curls at their apex glistening with moisture. Audrey's lips parted on a silent gasp as she caught sight of the nun's hand thrusting a smooth, thick marble column between her thighs with urgent frenzy.

Audrey's knuckles turned white where they gripped the door as her wide eyes were drawn in their own accord to the lush pink folds spread wide before her. She had heard whispers at St Agatha's of nun's touching themselves in sinful places, sometime inserting objects as a means to pay tribute to the devil. She had not understood the acts that had been whispered to her, yet even now she still recalled the wicked palpitation of pleasure she had felt between her thighs at the nun's strange words.

Audrey felt that same heady weakness wash over her as she gazed upon nun's ministrations, her lips parted softly as the nun's obvious delight as she moaned and writhed on the table, her face red and scrunched up.

Audrey dragged her eyes away, only to find herself caught by the dark grey gaze of a man. He sat leaning back in a deep leather chair, his long tapered fingers beneath his chin. Long wavy blonde hair brushed against his priest's collar, framing an intelligent face that hinted of cruelty. She felt pinned beneath the intensity of his gaze, stripped, her every thought transparent.

As she stood there, feeling her heart pound beneath her breast, the sound of soft cries slowly penetrated her drowning thoughts. Horror welled up inside of her, her cheeks stained pink as she tore her gaze from the priest and stumbled from the chamber.

She made her way back to pew on shaky legs, filled with shame and a deep mortification on intruding what must be the nun's private confession to the priest.

She sunk down on the pew and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to evade the wicked images of the glistening marble sliding in and out of the pink channel between the nun's spread thighs. Audrey had never dared to touch herself in that sinful place, yet sometimes a deep yearning overcame her when she was bathing or dressing, and she fought the temptation to stroke the soft pink lips with their silky down.

Her head lifted as the door to Father Mathew’s chamber opened, and a slightly rumpled and flushed nun appeared. Spying Audrey, the nun quickly walked to where she sat and said with a glowing smile 

"Father Mathews is ready to see you now." The nun bobbed slightly before hurrying off, and Audrey gazed after her, a dozen questions filling her mind. 

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The nun paused, and looking back over her shoulder at Audrey, she said in hushed tones "I'm sure you will like it here."

With wide eyes Audrey slowly made her way to the chamber door and knocked. At the command to enter, she opened the door and stood at its entrance, eyes lowered, a flush creeping up over her cheeks.

"Come, take a seat," the priest ordered. 

She obediently did as he asked, smoothing her gown over her knees with trembling hands. 

"I'm sorry I was unable to see you immediately upon your arrival. There were matters I had to attend to."

Audrey shook her head and gazed shyly up at him through long lashes, feeling the blush deepen up as those devastating grey eyes moved over her face. "No, it is I that must apologise, Father," she rushed out. "I thought someone was injured, and I didn't realise that you were seeing to the nun's affliction. I realise –"

"Affliction?" the priest queried softly.

"Ailment, malady, I am unsure how to...."

"Ah, yes." The priest gazed at her for a long while, and as she opened her mouth to speak again, he raised his hand, signalling silence.

"Audrey," he recalled, studying the lovely girl before him. "A novice from St Agatha's, if I remember correctly. Here with us for a year."

She nodded. 

Father Matthew gazed down the earnest young woman before him as he drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the desk that the nun had only recently laid upon. "You will quickly come to realise we do things differently at St Helen's, but I am sure, given time, you will adjust beautifully."

"Thank you father," she murmured, and another long uncomfortable silence stretched out between them.

"Before I have our one other novice show you to your cell, I must request that we establish the matter of your, shall we say, dedication."

"Dedication?" she echoed in confusion.

The priest nodded and rose from his chair and she swallowed hard as he towered above her, noting the way the long black gown clung to his broad shoulders.

"Our intake of novices is very selective, and it only a personal favour to the priest at St Agatha's that we accepted you prior to interviewing you. When novices come to us from other convents we generally we inspect them thoroughly. Once or twice in the past they have come to us preg… with evidence of their lack of dedication, and we have taken measures since to prevent such occurrences."

"Oh," Audrey murmured, still unsure of what was expected of her.

"Come, follow me. You will experience no pain from my initial examination."

She rose and moved to where he stood waiting by a long wooden pew near the far wall, feeling apprehensive.

"I want you to straddle the pew and sit down, yes, that's it." He nodded in approval as she lifted her leg gracefully over the wooden pew and rested her bottom on its narrow width, uncertainty filling her dark blue eyes as she gazed up at him. "Now lay back." His hands on her shoulders gently eased her down so that she lay on her back on the pew, then guided her small hands to rest on either side of her narrow hips.

His large frame straddled the pew to sit facing her, his knees bumping against hers, and she bit her lip. She was unable to prevent the flinch as she felt his fingers close around the hem of her habit and slowly draw the heavy material up to drape across her knees.

"Relax," he murmured, sliding his warm palms up over the soft inner flesh of her thighs spread slightly apart by the width of the pew.

"I'm not sure how this-"

"Quiet, Novice, while I concentrate. It will be over soon."

She swallowed hard, trying to remain passive as he forced her knees further apart beneath her skirt. She prayed in time that she would become used to his cool manner and of the strange effect his commanding ways seemed to have on her young body. Besides the quiet affection of Mother Superior, she had rarely been touched by another human being, especially that of a handsome grown male, and she was unable prevent the trembling in her thighs.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he lifted his hands from her flesh.

"I am going to ask you if you can feel my hands on your flesh, and I want you to answer me honestly. Do not think to lie to me."

"No Father," she mumbled, gazing fixedly up at the ceiling as she felt a light caress stir the soft curls between her thighs. A thrill rushed through her lower belly, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as a vision of the nun's wide spread legs came to mind.

She felt confusion over the fast beat of her heart, the uneven rise and fall of her tiny breasts, the strange fluidness invading her limbs at the strange intimacy of his inspection as his hands gently caressed her mound.

"Can you feel this?" he queried after a while.

Audrey bit her lip, trying to sense his touch, but she was suddenly unable to feel the pressure of his hands on her body. "No," she uneasily replied.

"Okay, what about this?" Again silence as he patiently waited for her reply, and she shook her head slowly, a frown creasing her brow.

"Hmm," he murmured under his breath, and she flinched as she felt his fingers pinch her nether lips together.

"I felt that," she murmured breathlessly, and he nodded thoughtfully.

"Good, good. And this?"

His deft fingers gently parted her dry folds and traced a finger along the pink valley.

She nodded as a quiver shot through her at his soft touch, her relief at finally being able to feel him between her thighs overcoming her apprehension at being touched so intimately.

"What about this?" He queried, regretfully removing his fingers from her tender flesh as he gazed upon her sweet, flushed face.

"No-o," she said after a while, frowning as she gazed at the ceiling in concentration.

He was silent for a long while, a look of concern on his masculine features, waiting, and slowly her gaze flickered to his.

"Please Father, try again, maybe this time…"

He hesitated for effect, gazing at her consideringly, then nodded. "You'll have to trust me, without question, without hesitation."

"I do, Father," she nodded obediently with guileless dark blue pools. 

Was it all an act, he asked himself? "Let's continue then."

Without question she let him push up her heavy skirts, exposing the length of her creamy white thighs and the silky thatch to his intent gaze as he bundled the material at her tiny waist. 

He almost groaned aloud at the exquisiteness of her, the velvety skin and the soft curls that provided her sweet mound little protection from his gaze and soon his exploring fingers.

Gently, he parted her nether lips again, and found the little nub nestled in the lush pink folds. Easing forward on the pew, he gently stroked the sensitive flesh with the pad of his thumb. She bucked slightly beneath him, and slowly he increased the pressure, drawing a cry of surprise from her parted lips.

"Good," he murmured encouragingly. "You can feel that." 

She nodded, moistening her suddenly dry lips as he began to gently tease her pink nub with knowing fingers.

Soon she was wiggling slightly on the pew, and he could feel a slight dampness coating his fingers as he coaxed a gentle response from her. He moved lower, the tip of his finger lightly circling her tiny entrance, and he felt himself harden at the thought of piercing her there. He pressed his finger against her experimentally, the tip of his finger probing her heat before moving back up to circle her nub before she became anxious.

"Oh," she murmured, her bottom shifting on the pew, and she felt a trickle of moistness seep between her thighs. She nipped her bottom lip at the strange sensations flooding between her thighs as his fingers probed and played with her secret place. "It feels…"

"Yes?" he queried when she hesitated shyly, knowing instinctively that she was ready for what he planned to do.

"Strange," she said with a tiny frown. "I've never…" She gasped as his finger slide up inside of her without warning, her hips arching.

Soon he felt her growing wetness as he began to work his finger in her tight pussy, massaging her slick walls that would feel exquisite around his cock. It was slow coming, yet slowly her young body opened up to his deepening caresses like a bud unfurling its petals in worship of the sun.

"Almost there," he murmured huskily, slowly easing another finger up inside her slick heat. Her hips were arching off the pew as his fingers surged deeper up inside of her, forcing her tight walls to stretch around his fingers until finally he felt the thin barrier blocking his further exploration. The tips of his fingers gently caressed her maidenhead, and he murmured soothing words to her as she shifted restlessly on the pew, overcome by the strange sensations of being impaled on his fingers.

He teased her until she was gasping for breath, her body squirming on the pew, before slowly withdrawing from her. He knew he could take her then unaware. Her soft gasps filling his ears as he ruthlessly plundered her maidenhead. 

Yet he would wait, for she was like soft clay, unformed, easily molded to his dark desires. He would wait until she begged him to fuck her between her soft thighs, knowing exactly what he intended to do to her.

She lay panting and flushed as he eased her gown down over her spread thighs, and he hid his smile at the sight of the small hard nipples tenting the fabric of her habit. Soon, he promised himself.

"You felt my touch deep inside you?"

She nodded shyly, her lashes flickering down to hide the confusion in her dark eyes.

"You're dedication pleases me, Novice," he spoke coolly, commandingly. She would soon recognise him as her master. "Go now, our other Novice will show you to your cell, and Mother Superior will speak to you on the morrow about your duties here."

He watched her leave, intrigued by the blushing shyness of his sweet new novice. The evidence of her maidenhead showed she was innocent of men, yet he knew that might be mostly due to lack of opportunity. 

The priest at St Agatha's was elderly and possessed a fetish for strong muscular men. He would set one of the nuns to spy on Audrey when she retired to her bed that evening to discover if she pleasured herself as nuns were want to do with their busy little fingers.

In the meantime, he would inform the nuns of their new member, and warn them off being overly playful in her presence. Until she was ready to for her first man between her soft thighs, he wanted to ensure she didn't reach her pleasure.

***

A young woman of 18 or 19, the same age as Audrey, waited for Audrey as she left Father Mathew's chamber. Audrey prayed her flushed features and the strange weakness in her limbs wasn't discernible to the other woman as she smiled shyly in greeting.

The pretty novice introduced herself as Beth, and after helping Audrey carry her small trunk to her cell, Beth took her on a guided tour within the extensive tall stonewalls of St Helen's. Soon Audrey was returning Beth's bubbly smile easily as she was shown the gardens and buildings, making Audrey giggle at the witty little descriptions the novice gave as she pointed out items of interest.

It was at the evening meal that she finally met the nuns of St Helen's. They ate in an informal manner around a long table in the warm kitchens, with crusty bread and deliciously thick chicken soup. There were six nuns, and one Novice, two including Audrey, and she found it strange that none were more than two score in years, except for the stern mother superior. 

Mother was a handsome woman with cold blue eyes who rarely spoke. When she did speak, the other nun's hastened to do her bidding as she requested salt or gave out instructions on how to clean pots, their laughter and chatter halting when Mother gave them a stern look.

Three nuns departed immediately following the meal, and when Audrey questioned Beth where they went, Beth bit back a smile. It was Mother Superior who answered "worship".
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[JEMMA]

Audrey was glad to finally collapse on her narrow pallet a small time later, worn from travelling and the strange events of that day. She curled up in a small ball, her thoughts a tired jumble.

It felt as though she had barely drifted off to sleep when she heard muffled noises coming from the hall. Turning onto her side, she pulled her pillow over her ears as she sought desperately to block out the sound and get back to sleep. The noises grew, and she lay wide-awake, agitated and flushed, feeling a yearning ache grow between her damp thighs.

Finally rolling off her pallet, she padded across the cold stone floor and drew back the curtain that afforded her cell a little privacy. The hallway was lit by the soft moon light filtering through the windows on the far end of the hall, almost full where it hung low in the dark cloudless sky. Her wide eyes latched instantly onto the source of the disturbance.

Tanned masculinity, naked and rippling, filled her vision. Strong muscular arms were planted on either side of a tiny nun pinned against the wall by his body, her gown bunched up around her waist as his hips bucked furiously against her. The woman gasped with each thrust as the man suckled at her neck, her fingers clawing at his broad back, her ankle hooked around his knee.

Audrey felt her nipples tighten and a low throb begin between her thighs. She stood motionless, her wide eyes taking in every thrusting motion of the firm cheeks. Slowly Audrey's eyes lifted to the woman's face, and moistened her lips. The nun's mouth hung open, her pretty features slack, her eyes squeezed shut.

As if of its own accord, Audrey's hand slid between her thighs, feeling the dampness soaking through her thin chemise.

"Oh, yes, yes," the woman cried.

The words seemed to break the spell that held Audrey entranced, and she stumbled blindly back into her cell on trembling legs. She crossed to her pallet and dragged her sheets over her, the image of the lovers' embrace burned in her memory. She lay gazing off into dark space for what seemed an eternity, her mouth dry, her heart racing. She imagined it was her being crushed against the wall by the stranger, her he was filling up as he bucked inside of her, her arms that clung to him as she threw her head back as she cried out her pleasure. Dear God, she thought, she must be cursed.

The peel of bells dragged Audrey from her uneasy slumber, and she lay blinking tiredly. The events of yesterday rushing back over her. The appearance of Beth urging her to wake telling her that it was time to bathe drove the last vestiges of sleep from her mind.

Audrey collected her small towel and soap and followed Beth's lead down the steps of the dormitory and along a small dirt path. Eventually the sound of rushing water greeted her ears, and she gave a gasp of delight as the green bushes parted to reveal a cascading waterfall spilling into a secluded rock pool, the crystal clear water sparkling in the early morning light.

Nuns bathed themselves, laughing and splashing each other, and Audrey blushed when she realised they were naked, the water glistening as it spilled over their bare shoulders and breasts.

She became aware of Beth undressing beside her, tugging her shift over her head and tossing it down on a patch of grass before splashing into the water. When Beth realised Audrey stood shyly by the bank, she turned and smiled warmly.

"Come Audrey, wear your shift if you like. Soon you will be used to our ways."

Audrey fingered her simple white shift with its thin straps that just reached her knees, before shrugging to herself and splashing into the water, soap in hand. It mattered little if it got wet, and she would feel better for its protective cover as she was too shy to strip naked before the other nuns.

The water was crisp and fresh, swirling around her ankles and knees as she slowly waded into its clear depths, feeling her way over the smooth pebble bottom. Soon it reached her waist, and she ducked beneath its surface before rising and sweeping her hair from her face with a gasp as her skin tingled from the coolness. Beth playfully splashed her, and Audrey splashed her back, unaware of how the thin material molded her gentle curves, or of the veiled gazes of the other nuns drawn to her young body. The delicious thrust of her tiny breasts with their hard rosy tips were clearly visible through the thin material, tantalising as they jiggled and swayed as she played with Beth.

Eventually she set about the business of bathing so that she would not be late for morning prayers, and she worked the soapsuds into her long, chestnut mane, beginning at the roots and slowly working down to the tips. She dunked beneath the surface, her fingers combing through the thick strands to release the suds to the water before rising for breath. She was squeezing the water from her mane, twisting it into a large coil over her shoulder, when she caught movement from the corner of her eye. Lifting her head, she gazed across the far bank curiously, her eyes sliding along the bushes until they came to an abrupt halt.

A tall man with hair like midnight caught back from a darkly tanned face as sinfully handsome as Lucifer gazed back at her. Her lips parted on a silent gasp, unable to move, unable to speak. Her wide eyes drunk in the full magnificence of him, clothed completely in black. 

Her eyes moved over the supple leather tunic stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, down over the leather breaches that clung to his powerful thighs to rest on black leather boots, before sweeping back up to the masculine face watching her so intently. Her heart raced as she felt a strange heat wash over her, lingering between her thighs and making her breasts tingle. There was something strangely familiar about him, the line of his jaw, his brow, but her jumbled thoughts could make no sense of it as she returned his heated gaze.

She swallowed hard as she witnessed the silvery eyes drop to the creamy mounds with their hard tips thrusting against the clinging shift that left little to the imagination. He seemed unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of her breasts, rising and falling with her quickened breathing, the taut tips tightening impossibly harder beneath his molten gaze.

Some wicked part of her urged her to rise slowly from the water, to close the distance between them, and…

[JEMMA]

She moistened her suddenly dry lips as his eyes locked with hers, an insistent throbbing beginning between her thighs at the wicked images that crossed her mind. A blush crept over her cheeks and chest as she imagined him doing to her what she had witnessed in the hall the night before, his large body pinning hers, his shaft sliding up deep inside of her womanly heat as his mouth closed over her feverish flesh.

A seductive smile curved his lips, as though she had said her wicked thoughts aloud for everyone to hear, and horror washed over her at her wickedness. Her small hands rose to cup her breasts protectively as she swung away from him, presenting him with the curve of her back.

Beth stood but two arms length from her, but Audrey was unable to call out, to warn her of the danger. She was unable to stop herself from gazing over her shoulder, but even before her eyes had found the place where he had stood, she knew he had disappeared as the strange tension that had held her body in his thrall eased.

After the noon prayers Beth and Audrey slowly walked upstream from the waterfall, skirting and climbing over rocks, each carrying a woven basket as they searched for a hardy plant Mother Superior used in her poultices to reduce swelling.

Beth jumped across the stream at a narrow point to allow them to cover more ground, and Audrey seemed to fall further and further behind Beth as she took in the beauty around her. It was like they had passed into a different world, and she felt insignificant as she gazed up at the tall trees that seemed to reach to the heavens, streams of sunlight filtering through their leafy canopies.

She paused to tug up a plant nestled between rocks and deposited it in her basket, and as she was rising, she felt an overwhelming sense she was no longer alone. Dismissing it as wild imaginings, she nevertheless hastened her steps to catch up with Beth who had disappeared around a bend in the stream.

She had only taken two steps when she was dragged back up against a solid wall of muscle, a hand sliding over her mouth. 

The basket fell to the ground from nerveless fingers as a large tanned hand splayed over the gentle swell of her belly, drawing her up even firmer against the solid warmth pressing against her back. She struggled wildly, her nails scraping the smooth skin of his forearm as she fought to free herself from his iron grip.

He muttered under his breath as he twisted her in his grip and forced her backwards until she felt the smooth bark of a tree pressing into her back. Her small hands pushed blindly against a broad chest as she sought to free herself, her hood askew.

"I mean you no harm," he murmured huskily, tugging back her skewed hood as his large body pinned her against the tree, crushing her soft breasts against his chest.

She stilled as her eyes locked with silvery ones, only to begin struggling anew as she felt a thigh pressing between hers, her eyes widening in shock as she felt the pressure against her secret place. 

Slowly he removed his palm from her mouth, but before she could scream his lips covered hers firmly, silencing her protests. He tore the hood from her head and tossed it to the ground before his fingers tangled in her silky mane, tilting her face to his as his tongue glided along her lower lip before slipping into the moist depths of her mouth.

Audrey whimpered against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, knowing she should fight him but swiftly losing herself to the heady sensations flooding her. Her lashes fluttered close as he seduced her with drugging kisses, her small hands relaxing against his chest. 

Slowly she softened against him as his mouth coaxed hers into soft submission, and the heat of him seemed to scorch her skin through her habit as held her prisoner against the tree, her body throbbing where his muscled thigh pressed against her softness.

She paid scant attention to the feel of his hands bunching in the material at her thighs, of the cool air wafting around her ankles and knees as she drowned in his kisses. She was breathless and needy, lost in the sensual heat he wove around them.

It was only as she felt the heated trail of his fingers up over her hips, dragging up her skirt with them, that some sense of reality began to intrude.

"No," she whispered as she tore her mouth from his, bruised and swollen from his forceful kisses. But he ignored her protest, his hands slipping up higher beneath her gown, up over her waist.

"I've thought of nothing but your delightful breasts since the moment I saw you standing in the stream, of how sweet they would feel filling my hands," he murmured huskily as he gazed down at her pink stained face.

She trembled as he gently cupped their small weight, moulding them in his warm hands, and her knees all but crumbled beneath the exquisite delicateness of his touch as his caresses gently teased her nipples into hard tips.

She was unable to gaze away from the molten silver eyes that seemed to touch some hidden part of her. "W-what is it you want from me?" she murmured breathlessly, feeling a shameful excitement overtake her as his fingers rolled and plucked the hard buds beneath her gown.

"I want to be inside you," he murmured, brushing his lips across hers as he pinched her nipples sending a quiver racing through her. She felt unable to control the wetness growing between her thighs as he played with her tender breasts. "To come into your slick heat, feeling it clenching around me as I move deep inside of you. And I know you want it too, little one."

She moaned softly as a hand slipped down over her belly to cup her mound, discovering her wetness. It was wrong, so wrong, she thought to herself as his fingers parted her lush pink lips to delve in her dewy folds. Yet it felt so right.

"No," she murmured unconvincingly as he gently stroked her. Her lashes fluttered close as a fire raged between her thighs, her hips arching against his hand, seeking, demanding.

"Your body can't lie, little one." His knee eased her quivering thighs further apart as his mouth pressed butterfly kisses over her cheeks and eyes.

Audrey shuddered against the body that held her pinned to the tree, feeling her body drown in sensations unlike anything that she had ever known as he worked his finger inside of her.

"No," she cried softly, pushing against his wide shoulders as his finger massaged the walls of her slick pussy as his thumb teased her nub.

"Open yourself to me. Let me into your soft heat," he murmured coaxingly as a finger slipped up inside of her.

"No, please, I-I can't… I'm soon to be a nun."

The gentle stroking of her lush pink flesh stilled. "You have never had a man?" he asked softly.

She turned her head, the silky curtain of her hair protecting her from his searching gaze. He caught her chin and gently forced her wide blue eyes to meet his.

The silence stretched out between them as she met his molten gaze, her lips softly parted.

"No." It was a breathless whisper, yet he heard it. He kissed her softly, tenderly.

His hand gave her one last possessive pat between her thighs before he reluctantly withdrew it from beneath her habit and smoothed the flowing material over her limbs.

"You body cries out for a man between your thighs. In time I will show you that your calling is not to God," he promised her huskily, gently tucking a chestnut strand behind the pink shell of her ear as he gazed down at her. "Tell me your name, little one."

She bit her bottom lip. If he went to Father Mathews to ask about her…

The corners of his lips curled at her silence. 

"Ah, my beautiful dove will not tell me her name." A finger trailed down over the curve of her cheek to gently rub her soft lips. "I would know it for the pleasure it brings me as I dream of you, little one. But denying me will not prevent me from finding you again. And when I do, I will have you." His lips gently brushed hers. "But not here, like this, with your friend so close."

She trembled as he pressed one last kiss on her before striding away, and she leaned against to the tree, fearful her trembling legs would be unable to support her.

The word "Lukas " floated back to her, tormenting her.

Her first week at St Helen's passed relatively quickly, and Audrey was thankful of Beth's mischievous presence that smoothed out the transition. Audrey knew from her inquiring glances on the way back from to the hall that day that her sudden quietness had not gone unnoticed. She was thankful that Beth hadn't pried, for she did not know how to begin to explain Lukas. 

Her face heated every time she thought of him and of what he had done to her, and she was still shaken by how shamefully little resistance she had offered. 

She walked slowly to Father Mathew's chamber, apprehensive at having her weekly confession with the priest. Did she dare lie to him, or confess her wickedness? She had almost convinced herself that Lukas had been a figment of her imagination. 

The door was open, and she hesitated in the doorway, her anxious blue eyes flicking over the golden head pored over a scroll. 

Unbidden the image of Lukas came to mind… darkly intriguing. She could have moaned aloud at his ability to slip into her thoughts without warning.

Some noise must have given her away, for Father Mathews gazed up, pinning her with his dark grey eyes. Her wickedness must be plain to see as his eyes moved over her intently as he rose from behind his desk. 

"Ah, Audrey. Come, close the door behind you."

She did as he bade and slowly moved further into the chamber, her heart picking up speed.

"You know what we must do at the beginning of each confession?" he queried, moving around to stand before his desk and folding his arms across his chest.

She shook her head in confusion, her wide eyes lifting to his.

"It would be remiss of me not to check your dedication, Audrey."

Her sweet face paled. Did he somehow suspect that she had allowed a stranger to touch her breasts and between her thighs?

"Come, stand on this footstool for me."

She followed his gaze to the large square footstool that rested in the centre of the room. Her wide blue eyes returned to his before darting away nervously.

Swallowing hard, she lifted her skirts with trembling fingers and gracefully climbed up onto the wooden surface to face the large oval windows through which the afternoon sunlight filtered. Her guilty mind never questioned his authority over her.

"Raise your habit," he ordered, and gave Audrey a stern look when she hesitated. "Do not make this more difficult than it needs to be, Audrey. Your old Mother Superior wrote good things about you, and it would dishearten her to learn differently."

Dropping her gaze, her fingers clasped her skirt and drew her habit to just below her knees.

"Higher."

Squeezing her eyes shut, she slowly exposed her trembling thighs to his intense gaze.

"Higher, Audrey. Do not make me ask you again."

She did as he ordered, tugging the skirt up to her waist and exposing the soft chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs, her head lowered.

"Shoulders back…feet touching the edges of the stool. That's it."

Audrey held herself still as hands circled her tiny waist before slipping down over her hips to gently caress her soft belly with his thumbs. She bit her lip, feeling strangely weak at his light caresses, her face stained pink. A moan escaped her as his hands moved around to cup her bottom, his strong fingers kneading the soft flesh as his warm breath stirred her curls.

She instinctively clenched her bottom together as Father Mathew spread her cheeks apart, and a shocked cry escaped her at the stinging slap he administered on her unprotected behind.

"Do not disobey me again, Audrey," he commanded softly.

She nodded quickly, biting her lip as a tremor raced through her.

He smoothed his hands up her inner thighs until they brushed against her lips. Her heart raced as he gently peeled them apart before his dark gaze, feeling faint and hot. Before she could think to protest, his leaned forward and his tongue darted out, tasting her soft pink flesh.

She gave a startled squeak, her fingers clenching in his blonde mane as she fought for balance. He lapped at her dewy folds, his tongue lazily circling her pulsing nub before gently sucking on her. 

"F-Father…" she cried in bewilderment at the exquisite pleasure bursting between her thighs, her legs almost giving way beneath her.

Without warning he thrust a finger up inside of her, drawing a husky cry from her. She arched against his mouth as his finger worked up inside of her, stretching her around him.

"Please," she cried, drowning in the delicious sensations of his tongue stabbing her throbbing nub as his finger swirled inside of her. She was unable to prevent the soft moans escaping her as her young body opened to his caresses, feeling the moisture pool between her thighs. She shuddered against his mouth as her tight walls gripped the gently thrusting finger, her head thrown back. The tension between her thighs wound tighter and tighter, like a cord about to snap. 

Her eyes widened in shock as she felt a finger pressing against the puckered entrance nestled between her cheeks.

"No!" she cried. She squirmed away from it, only to find herself impaled on a second finger as it thrust up inside her pussy. Her hips arched as he began to ease the fingers in and out of her as his tongue flicked at her nub, the threat forgotten.

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[JEMMA]

When she felt a finger probing at her dark entrance, she struggled anew, almost stumbling from the stool, shocked at the intrusiveness of that determined invasion.

He withdrew from her, frowning as he gazed up at her. "You dare refuse your master?" he queried dangerously.



His hands spanned her tiny waist as he lifted her to the ground, and she tried to put some distance between them, but he caught her wrists, dragging her young body up against his.

She was unable to control her trembling as she met the dark grey eyes, knowing eventually that she would be unable to refuse him anything. 

He was her Priest, her guide in all things, her connection to God. With every cell in her being she wanted to become a nun, and she would probably do everything he asked of her.

The thought of the dark stranger intruded her thoughts.

Mathew gazed down at her for what seemed an age, noting the dilated eyes, the flushed creamy skin, the unsteady rise and fall of her tiny breasts before he pushed her from him with a show of displeasure and turned his back to her.

"Leave me," he ordered. He heard her flee, and knew that had she remained he would have taken her maidenhead with one hard thrust as he bent her over his desk. She was damp and lush, not the dry heat of her first time when he had to coax her body into taking his fingers inside her tight pussy. 



He had known then that she was an innocent even before he felt her maidenhead, yet it had given him immeasurable pleasure to torment her as he sought physical proof. He was intent on playing more games with his delightful young novice, seducing her into complete submission, molding her to his desires before he fucked her sweet pussy.

Audrey's chin rested on her hands as she gazed down at the courtyard from her tiny window, watching the play of shadows over the immaculate hedges and small stone statues. She felt restless, a strange ache filling her body as she was tormented by images of Lukas and Father Mathews. Her nipples felt tingly and tight, sensitive to the brush of her shift with her every movement, and she didn't need to touch herself to feel the dampness between her thighs.

She didn't know how long she sat gazing off into the darkness, her thoughts a confused jumble, when a slender figure darted across the courtyard, catching her eye. A blonde lock escaped the confines of a voluminous cloak. 

Beth.

Audrey barely hesitated before gathering the soft folds of her dark cloak around her white shift and quietly slipping from her room. She didn't question why she was following the other novice, or where she could be going at this late hour as she silently padded down the stone steps and pushed at the wooden door. She desperately wanted someone to talk to, feeling overwhelmed in her small cell by thoughts of wickedness and depravity.

The night air was crisp and cool, and she pulled the cloak closer around her as she followed her friend. She hastened her steps as Beth darted off to the left, taking a worn path that weaved through a thicket of tall trees that lay on the eastern reaches of the convent grounds. 

Audrey felt swallowed up in the darkness as she moved beneath the arch of overhanging branches. Soon Audrey stumbled onto the edges of a ring-shaped clearing, an altar-stone at its heart. Pagan markings etched into the smooth solid stone table glowed in the moonlight, sending a shiver of apprehension through her. She hesitated, pressing herself against smooth bark of a tree as she gazed upon Beth where she stood, her back to Audrey, not ten steps away.

Her lips parted in a silent gasp as the cloak fell from Beth's shoulders, revealing her voluptuous curves and full bottom to the cool night air, her smooth skin and long blonde hair glowing palely in the moonlight.



Shock held Audrey immobile as she gazed upon the novice, drinking in the sight of her uninhibited body. She didn't notice the man cross the clearing from the opposite direction until he came to stand before Beth. He made no move to touch her as his possessive gaze roved over her. He stood imposing, intimidating, like a god, black robes flowing over his broad shoulders.

Audrey watched from the side with wide eyes as Father Mathews grabbed Beth by the hair and dragged her to the altar. He bent her over the edge of the table, her arms twisted behind her back and caught in one large palm as he kicked her ankles apart. Beth moaned as he stood behind her, grinding his pelvis against her bottom as he leaned over her to mutter something in her ear. He released his painful grip on her hair to slip it down between their bodies, dragging up his black robe before he gripped her hips with both hands.

Audrey's breath shuddered from her lungs as he surged against Beth, beginning to thrust against her with long, forceful strokes. Each murmur, each groan, each pounding thrust echoed through Audrey until she felt a hot, burning ache between her empty thighs.

Her eyes were drawn to where their bodies joined, her mouth dry as she gazed upon the thick glistening thick shaft sliding in and out of Beth's pussy as he pumped into her furiously from behind. Beth strained against him as he shoved himself into her without mercy, his hand sliding up over the curve of her back to tangle in her blonde mane and draw her head back as he bucked against her.

She gazed upon the scene before her, her lips parted, heart pounding, unable to tear her eyes away. She drank in the sight of Beth as she moaned in ecstasy as she writhed and shuddered on the thick shaft impaling her.

Audrey sensed a slight movement in the air around her, but before she could think to move, to react, a huge palm slid over her mouth, muffling her squeak of surprise as a solid wall of muscle pressed against her back.

"I've found you, my delightful little voyeur who refuses to tell me her name," he murmured, his breath stirring the tendrils at her temple. She was enveloped in his warm strength, his clean earthy scent filling her nostrils, and her lashes fluttered close. The breath caught in her throat as a hand delved beneath the folds of her cloak, sliding up over her ribcage.



A strange weakness flooded her as his hand closed over a soft mound with its taut tip. She arched against him as he rolled and pinched it between his long fingers through the thin cloth, feeling it harden impossibly further as she moaned against the hand covering her mouth.

"Are you wet, little one?" 

She whimpered as his hand uncovered her mouth to trail down over her neck and the valley between her breasts, down over her belly to cup her mound through the thin cloth of her shift.

His fingers gently rubbed her dampness through the cloth, drawing soft moans from her as she softened against him. His masculine heat scorched her through the thin layers that separated them. 

"Oh, yes," he groaned as he stroked her like a delicate harp. "Do you enjoy the sight of him pleasuring himself inside of her, wishing it was your pussy feeling a thick shaft sliding up inside its welcoming heat?"

Her lashes flickered open, her dark blue eyes drawn to the pagan altar, and the rutting couple upon it. She moaned in acquiescence as his mouth closed over the soft skin over her neck. His fingers tangled in the ribbon ties of her bodice, dragging the folds apart to expose the gentle swell of one creamy breast with its taut rosy tip to the cool midnight air.

Her eyes focused on the sight of Beth moving to kneel between Father Mathews's spread thighs where he lay on the long stone table. Her small hands gripped his shaft as her blonde head bobbed down on its imposing length with luscious enjoyment, her wide mouth working up and down on him.

"W-who are you?" Audrey whispered, a tremor racing through her as his fingers closed over her bare breast. 

He caressed her tiny mound as she leaned against him for support, arrows of ecstasy shooting down to the place where his other hand was gently coaxing her yearning body into melting submission.

"Anything you want me to be," he breathed against her damp skin, sending a shiver racing through her.

Audrey quivered as she felt his fingers stroking between her thighs slid, down the length of it to curl around the hem of her shift. She was unable to take her eyes from the glorious sight of the wanton Beth moving to sit astride Father Mathew's hips and slowly sinking down until she rested fully on him.

The breath shuddered from Audrey's lungs as his palm slid up her inner thigh, teasing her soft quivering flesh until she ached to feel his caresses at the hot, melting core of her.

"Please, I want…" 

Her legs almost gave way as fingers deftly parted her lush pink folds and slid along the dewy valley. She whimpered as he found the firm, pink nub nestled in the swollen, glistening flesh, coaxing soft cries from her as he tormented her with growing intensity.

She was unable to control the fire raging out of control between her thighs, licking at her melting flesh, consuming her innocent body until there was no thought of denying this man what he willed. 

His hand on her breast and between her slippery thighs made her mindless with pleasure as she writhed on the fingers stroking her, her wide blue eyes fixed on the sight of Beth as she rode the man beneath her, her head flung back, her heavy breasts jiggling.

"Touch me." His warm breath tickled Audrey's ear as his fingers drew her small hand between their bodies to press against the thick hard pulsing length of him through his breeches.

Her fingers traced the hard ridge of him, sliding up to delicately explore the thick blunt velvet tip of him bursting over the top of his breeches, feeling the drop of moisture, smoothing it into his skin experimentally, before sliding back down the thick heavy shaft. 

He groaned as her fingers closed firmly around him and boldly squeezed.

A whimper escaped her as his finger probed her dewy gate, slipping up inside her snug pussy.

"I need to be inside you, little one," he murmured huskily as his finger massaged her slick walls, and she arched against him as a thumb brushed over her nub.

"No," she protested weakly, a sense of reality came rushing back at what she was doing, of what she was allowing him to do as he pushed against her bottom. "I-I can't--"

He groaned as his fingers explored the thin stretch of skin deep in inside of her. "Do not deny me this, little one," he murmured against her ear as his hand guided his heavy shaft between her silky thighs. "Your body cries out for mine."

She moaned softly as she felt the glistening velvety tip of him sliding in her dewy folds, rubbing her nub, before moving down to probe her melting entrance.



"I can't," she cried tremulously, tears filling her eyes as her body ached for the feel of his thick shaft sliding up inside of her tight pussy. She squirmed deliciously against him as he prodded her slick entrance, her body's urges warring with her natural reserve. "I-I have to remain a virgin. I must become a nun."

"If there was a way, little one, to leave you maidenhead intact, would you let me come inside you?" His fingers gently stroked her pink nub until she was writhing on the blunt head of his shaft.

She was unable to take her eyes from the sight of Beth straddling Father Mathews, his hands on her drawing her down to him as his mouth latched onto a swaying breast.

She nodded bewilderedly, wanting to feel him between her thighs with every fiber of her being, but knowing it was impossible.

He saw her nod, and it was enough. He drove his hips forward with a triumphant groan.

She squeaked as she felt her innocent flesh forced to spread around the spearing head as he pushed against her, and she tried to shift her helpless body away from him, but his fingers splayed low over her belly, holding her firm as he slid deeper up inside of her.

"Relax, there will be no pain, I promise you."

Her small hands grasped the tree before her for support her. She had experienced anything as exquisite as the burning sensation of him sliding up inside of her tight pussy walls, forcing them to stretch around the huge thickness slowly filling her.

She whimpered as the head of his shaft came to press threateningly against the resistance of her maidenhead, and even as her body cried out to be filled by him, her mind fought for control. "No," she protested feebly, a tear sliding down her cheek as a shudder ran through her.

"Trust me, little one. Open to me."

He groaned against her ear as he slowly eased himself out of her before sliding back inside of her. His hands gripped her hips to prevent her writhing on him as he gently thrust into her with short, controlled strokes.

He kept his body under fierce control as her snug pussy squeezed the head of his shaft exquisitely as he gently rocked inside of her, careful not to breach the thin barrier that loomed against the head of his shaft with each stroke. 

The sharp contrast of his head sheathed in her slick heat and the rest of his member experiencing the cool midnight air was almost unbearable. Every cell in his body urged him to drive himself into her to the hilt, tearing through her maidenhead, to possess her fully with his cock. He knew the wrath of his brother would be brutal if he discovered he had tasted her warm heat, yet he could not deny her effect on him. He was drawn to her unwillingly. He knew the twisted games his brother played with the nuns at the convent, and his chest tightened at the thought of her glorious innocence and breathtaking sensuality being corrupted by Mathew.

Audrey was powerless to fight the sensations he wrought in her as he forced his shaft into her slick tightness. She knew this was wicked, that she should stop him, but she was lost to the waves of sensation overwhelming her, sucking her into a spiralling darkness until she was incoherent of all thought. Her innocent body squirmed on the hard length of him, melting around the exquisite friction of him sliding up inside of her. 

Her eyes were locked on the sight of Beth rolling beneath Father Mathews, his weight on his shoulders, his cheeks clenching as he worked himself between her splayed thighs.

"Don't…move," Lukas groaned against her ear as her delicious wiggling almost cracked his tight control. He stilled his thick length inside of her as his hand slid down over the gentle swell of her belly into the thatch of soft curls.

She moaned as his fingers found her, stroked and tormented her until she could fight the sensations no longer, waves of pleasure washing over her as she shuddered on the blunt head of his shaft. Her tight walls squeezed the tip of him as she clenched and unclenched around him as she pulsed with ecstasy, her head thrown back against his shoulder, her whole body arching as she exploded around him.

Her soft cries where like kisses to his ears as she climaxed sweetly around him, and it took all of his willpower not to ram into her like an animal, plowing her belly until he burst inside of her, filling her with his seed.

He drew out of her and stumbled back, taking deep laborious breaths as he fought for control. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the delicious sight of her, but the scent of her drove him wild.

"Go," he ground out harshly, trying to ignore his tight heavy shaft pulsing with need. "Go now, before I can no longer resist the lure of your sweet body and take what it is you seek to deny me."

Only when he could no longer hear the crunch of leaves beneath her feet did his hand grip his shaft, jerking on its straining length until climax shook his arching body, his seed coating the earth at his feet. 

Lukas shuddered in his hand, his thoughts full of the wanton innocent he had let escape him.

He knew then that he would stop at nothing to have her. He had turned a blind eye to his brother's ways, feeling guilt over being the first born, inheriting their fathers' estates and titles, and his brother nothing. Yet he would not allow his brother this.

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[JEMMA]

Audrey raced along the leafy path toward the safety of the convent, her way lit by thin fingers of moonlight. Her shift fluttered against her thighs as she ran, her trembling fingers clutching the torn edges of her bodice together. She felt breathless, her skin dewy and hot, pulses of tingling heat curling through her belly.

She knew he was back there, intensely masculine, terrifyingly seductive. All she had to do was turn around, to surrender herself to the madness he so easily evoked inside of her. 

And destroy any chance she had of becoming a nun. 

Even now Lukas's words still echoed in her head. "Go now, before I take what it is you seek to deny me." 

She gave a soft cry as she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees on the uneven path, her ankle screaming in protest. She sat back on her heels and brushed her long chestnut mane back from her face as she drew gulps of air into her lungs. 

She gave a squeak of horror as long fingers wrapped around her upper arm and dragged her awkwardly to her feet. 

She gazed up, unaware of how her exposed breasts with their tender rosy tips glowed in the moonlight as she focused on the shadowy features of Mother Superior. 

"Novice," Mother said coldly in greeting. "How is it that I find you in a state of dishabille," Audrey winced as Mother's long fingers flicked her tight nipples painfully. "After curfew?" 

Audrey hastily drew the folds of her bodice together, flustered at being caught and unsure how to begin to confess the multitude of her sins. 

Even now, her body still throbbed where Lukas's fingers had stroked her lush folds until she melted, the feel of him as he probed against her tiny entrance, sliding that shocking thick male part up inside of her and stretching her uncomfortably until he came to rest against the evidence of her chastity. Audrey shuddered, a guilty flush staining her cheeks as she gazed up into the shadowed eyes of Mother. "I-"

"Save your lies, Novice. Father will no doubt wish to see you after prayers tomorrow morning." 

Audrey barely held back a moan of horror. She would be forced to confess her wickedness to Father Matthews, and the mere thought of it scared her rigid. Would he discipline her? Would he lock her up? Would she be banished from the convent? 

Audrey had known no other life than that within the confines of the convent. She had been raised by nuns who had cherished and loved her, and it was her sole wish to become a nun too so that she follow in their footsteps and help raise orphaned or unwanted children like herself. 

It was only her old Mother Superior's belief that Audrey would in time come to desire a husband and children of her own that led her to refuse Audrey's wish to take her vows like the other novices. Eventually Mother had agreed that upon Audrey fulfilling a full year as a Novice at the convent at St Helen's, if Audrey still wished to become a nun, she could do so with Mother‘s full blessing. 

Audrey had arrived at St Helen's a little over a sennight ago, and found herself struggling to cope with the many differences from the convent in which she had been raised. In many ways St Helen's was freer, without the rigid codes of dress and conduct expected by the elderly Father at St Agatha's. However, St Helen's was in other ways stricter and more demanding on the person. At St Agatha's, the body was viewed as a mere vessel, its functions to be tolerated and ignored. Yet at St Helen's, Audrey had found that shame of the human form was discouraged while purity was carefully monitored. 

Audrey had never felt so conflicted as she did in those moments when she had witnessed Father Matthews towering over Beth as she lay on the pagan stone altar in the forest clearing, his hard straining flesh thrusting between her quivering buttocks as Beth moaned and writhed beneath him. 

She had been warned all her life against the sins of the flesh, of the depravity and wickedness that would result. Yet how was she to resolve this with what she had seen Father Matthews do the other young Novice? 

As she was marched back to her cell by Mother Superior, Audrey realised that before coming to St Helen's she had led a life sheltered from the sins and temptations of the flesh. She now wondered if she would ever be free of this yearning to have her young body caressed and to feel the hard press of male flesh between her melting thighs, and feared that her faith would be tested deeply in the coming year. 

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[JEMMA]

The kitchen was silent as Beth and Audrey washed the dishes after the breaking of fast the following morning. Audrey had not breathed a word to her friend of the intimate acts she had witnessed in the forest, and Audrey hated herself for the deception. 

Audrey dried and put away the dishes as Beth washed, and together they wiped down the benches and put the chairs to rights. Audrey couldn't prevent herself from yawning, feeling immensely tired and weary. She had been unable to sleep, her mind in a turmoil of guilt and discovery. The mere thought of what she had done, of what she had seen, had filled her body with a restless yearning that kept her on edge and needing, wanting, something more. 

Had this been what lay behind her old Mother Superior's refusal to allow Audrey to take her vows and finally become a nun? Had she wanted Audrey to discover the exquisite pleasure of a man's touch before she finally chose to live her life in the convent, one of chastity, poverty and duty? 

Father Matthews had told her upon her arrival at St. Helen's that their ways were different. Had her old Mother known of this before sending Audrey to St. Helen's, and intended perhaps for Father Matthews to take the same liberties with Audrey as he did with Beth? 

Audrey was dragged from her whirling thoughts as Beth placed a hand over hers. 

"Do not torment yourself so, Audrey. I know." 

"Y-you do?" Audrey gasped, blushing madly. 

Beth merely smiled, looking suddenly older than her nineteen years. "I had hoped that you would follow me. I wanted you to see for yourself what it was like, to not feel frightened when your time comes. Father Matthews treats us all as his own."

Audrey trembled, her lashes lowering as she remembered the feel of Lukas moving inside of her, of the exquisite pleasure he had coaxed from her innocent body. Yet at the same time she had felt a burning uncomfortableness, as though he were tearing her apart. 

Would it be the same with Father Matthews? Oh, god, the mere thought of it sent a bewildering quiver between her thighs. 

"B-but isn't it wicked for a nun to lose her chastity and fornicate with a man?"

"There is no wickedness, Audrey," Beth assured her. "Father Matthews vowed before God to love, cherish and educate the nuns and novices under his care, and he does so with the full assent of the Lord." 

"Oh," Audrey murmured, chewing on her bottom lip. 

Beth brushed back a stray chestnut tendril from Audrey's eyes. "Let Father Matthews love you, Audrey, as only a priest can. As all of us at St. Helen's do."

Audrey was unprepared when Beth leaned forward, gently kissing the corner of her mouth. Audrey blinked, startled. 

"We are all friends here, Audrey," Beth murmured, giving Audrey‘s hand a squeeze. "I want you to know that you can ask anything of me. Anything." 

Audrey gazed into Beth's earnest eyes, indecision warring within her. 

"Beth, I-" Audrey hesitated, blushing, wanting to confide in her friend, yet she struggled to find the words to express the confusion and uncertainty that plagued her. 

The girls jumped apart as Mother Superior strode into the kitchen. Stern blue eyes swept over the clean benches and empty sink before narrowing on Audrey. "Father Matthews will see you now, novice." 

Audrey hesitated before the closed door to Father Matthews's chamber and took a deep breath, trying to calm the churning in her belly.

Throughout prayers she had been plagued with memories of the wicked ways in which Lukas had touched and caressed her, making her face burn until she thought the other nun's could not help but notice her guilt. All the while she had been deeply conscious of the exquisite ache between her thighs where he had stretched her around him as he speared her with his hardness. 

She could barely hold back a moan of shame as her nipples tightened into painfully hard buds beneath her habit. She was truly wicked! What would Father Matthews do to her once she confessed? 

With trembling fingers she knocked softly against the door, all the while praying for God's guidance. 

"Come in," a masculine voice commanded, and she opened the door with dread. 

Father Matthews stood facing the large arch windows with his back to her, the morning sun turning his dark blonde mane to a rich gold. 

He turned, and the breath caught in her throat as steely grey eyes pinned her where she stood. 

"As you are no doubt aware, Mother Superior informed me of your nocturnal activities." 

His kept his gaze locked with hers as he moved toward her, and she swallowed hard.

"Yes, Father," she murmured, feeling as though her every lewd thought was clear to his all-seeing gaze. 

"Out of concern for you she carried out an inspection of your cell while you were at prayers." He stopped before her, so close that the tips of her breasts nearly brushed his chest, and the proximity forced her to lift her face to gaze up at him. 

She watched with wide, dark blue eyes as his hand reached up and caught a stray silky chestnut strand and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. 

"She was shocked to discover lice in your pallet. No doubt a result of your late night frolics in the forest." 

Audrey's soft lips parted in shock. "Lice," she breathed, unable to gaze away from the penetrating grey eyes. She had overheard some of the elderly farmhands at St Agatha's complaining of the malady, and the itchiness it seemed to cause, yet it was not something Audrey or any of the other nun's at her old convent had ever suffered from. 

"Yes, Audrey. Lice." He gently tucked the strand behind her ear, and she shivered slightly at the brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin. "The solution, while bothersome, is a simple one." 

"It is?" she questioned hopefully, chewing worriedly on her bottom lip. 

"Mother Superior has already brought to me the items I need to eradicate this pest from your person before it spreads to other members of the convent." 

"Oh," Audrey murmured, gazing uncertainly at the items resting on a small stool by the desk that he indicated to with a sweep of his hand. A bowl of water, towelling, and a broad, flat blade rested on beside a small pretty pottery bowl containing a substance that looked like thickened cream. 

Her fingers reached up to capture a soft, silky chestnut tendril. Her mane, falling in soft waves to just below her hips, was her single vanity. Vanity, she knew, was a sin, and something her old Mother Superior had despaired of Audrey every overcoming. 

She knew that upon taking her vows as a nun that her hair would be shorn, but the eventuality had seemed a far time off. She gazed up at Father Matthews unhappily, but was accepting of her fate. If she were truly to become a proper nun, she knew she would have to suffer her punishments without bemoaning the consequences. 

So Audrey was shocked when Father Matthews ordered her to remove her habit. At her hesitation, he pinned her with those all-seeing eyes. "You seek to disobey me, Audrey?" She quickly shook her head. "Then remove your habit." 

Under Father's watchful gaze she fumbled with the buttons at her neck and slipped the white heavy gown from her shoulders. The habit pooled at her feet, and she stood there, head lowered, arm at her sides. She was unaware of how the thin shift she wore clung to the tiny thrust of her breasts with their taut rosy crowns, and did little to hide the triangular shadow between her thighs. 

"Come, I want you here." He motioned to the large mahogany desk that dominated the chamber, its bare surface polished to a gleam. She took one, then two hesitant steps towards the desk, and gasped when his hands captured her tiny waist from behind. He lifted and turned her so that she sat with her bottom on the edge of the desk. She shivered at the feel of his warm hands burning through the fine shift to the bare skin beneath, in stark contrast to the coolness beneath her bottom.

As he touched her, she couldn't block the image of him, his large muscular form bent over Beth as she lay on the stone altar. Of his hand fisted in her mane as he thrust himself against the young novice's quivering buttocks. Audrey felt her heart begin to race.

Without warning Father Matthews gripped her knees and tugged her unresisting thighs apart and eased himself into the gap. She squeezed her eyes shut as he slowly removed the pins from her hair, so that it tumbled down her back in a mass of silky curls. 

She didn't know where to look as his fingers lazily undid the ribbons of her bodice and drew the thin straps down over her shoulders until the tiny thrust of her breasts with their rosy tips were exposed to his steely gaze. 

Her lashes fluttered close as his thumbs brushed across her tender nipples, before pressure on her shoulders forced her onto her back on the table. 

She whimpered as she felt his hands drawing up the hem of her shift and the cool air swirl over the heated flesh of her secret place. She knew she should be used to him touching her there, yet each time she quivered, her body yearning for something more. 


Audrey watched with wary blue eyes as he scooped up the soapy substance, and flinched at the coolness as he gently smoothed it over the triangle of chestnut down between her spread thighs. 

"F-Father," she gasped in confusion, struggling up onto her elbows as his impersonal fingers massaged her there, feeling a heady pulse begin between her thighs. "I don‘t think-"

"Quiet, Audrey," he murmured as his hand splayed between her breasts pushed her until she was forced to lay back down on the desk. "I must attend to the breeding grounds of the lice, and it requires all my attention." 

"Oh," she whispered, relief warring with shock as she realised he intended to remove the thatch of hair in her secret place, and not her mane. 

She gazed up at the ceiling as his fingers covered every inch of her mound as he spread the cream over her, drawing soft whimpers from her as he stroked and tugged on her soft lips. Her breathing became hectic, her breasts rising and falling as he fingers touched her with a surprising gentleness. 

A murmur of protest escaped her when the fingers stopped their magic. Her midnight blue eyes flickered open warily, only to discover Father Matthews kneeling between her spread thighs. 

She shuddered as his hands forced her knees painfully wider. She felt breathless and weak, and prayed fervently that he didn't notice the wicked dampness seeping between her thighs. 

"Do not move from this position, Audrey, otherwise I'll cut you." 

She steeled herself for the press of the blade against her there, and her lashes flickered as she felt its cool scrape against her skin. 

She felt as though every atom of her being was intimately connected with each stroke of the blade as he slowly removed the protective thatch of chestnut curls from her mound. 

It felt as though days had passed as she lay there in unending torment, biting her lip to prevent whimpers from escaping her as fingers glided along her pink valley to grip a pouting lip, or peeled her pouting lips wide apart, allowing the cool air on her heated, damp flesh as he worked. 

Her nub throbbed, and she felt depraved and wicked as the wanton heat between her thighs grew to the point of unbearableness. Relief washed through her when he dampened a cloth and gently wiped her between her parted thighs, catching up every last drop of soap. 

The relief was short lived when the cloth slipped between her lush lips to stroke along the pink valley, lazily circling the needy nub hidden in their depths. She arched, her eyes flying to his, and her face flamed as she realised he had been watching her expressive face intently. 

She was unable to gaze away as his finger, draped in the damp cloth, pressed against her entrance. She winced slightly, still sore from Lukas's trespass, and his steely gaze dropped to her secret place, and a frown creased his forehead. 

"You are chafed here," he murmured, his fingers skimming down between her slick valley to probe the gate of her pussy. She squirmed as his finger pinched her plump lips and drew them wide apart as he inspected her without her soft triangle of curls to protect her. 

"Have you touched yourself, Audrey?" he demanded, gazing upon her intimate pink flesh intently. Audrey froze, hating the blush staining her cheeks as the steely grey eyes lifted to hers, an imperious eyebrow raised. 

She turned her face away from him, but he rose between her thighs, catching her jaw between his fingers and forcing her to look up at him. "Or did someone pleasure you, Audrey?" 

She flinched guiltily, and his eyes narrowed. When she didn't, couldn't reply, he gazed down at her for what seemed like hours. 

"Your loyalty to the sisters is to be commended, Audrey," he bit out. "But I demand your complete obedience. Now answer me, did one of the nun's touch you here?"

She whimpered as she felt his finger press against her gate, slipping up inside of her. She arched slightly as his finger delved deeper, searching, until he finally discovered the thin barrier of her maidenhead. She squirmed, wanting to close her legs, to hide her face from this humiliation but his fingers held her face immobile as he stroked his finger in her pussy. Yet at the same time she squeezed the invading digit, her young body's resistance melting under the exquisite torment of Father Matthew's finger caressing her tight walls.

As if aware of her body's betrayal, he forced two more fingers into her tight pussy, and she whimpered breathlessly. 

"You have one last opportunity, Audrey," he commanded as a thumb pressed down on her throbbing nub, sending a shudder racing through her. "Tell me." 

She couldn't speak as his fingers worked inside of her, lost to the sensations between her thighs. Helpless moans escaped her as his knowing fingers quickly drove her toward her peak, thrusting without mercy in her straining channel. 

"Tell me," he demanded coldly. She moaned, unable to speak, quivering on the edge of release, her hands clenched into fists at her side, her breasts flushed with desire. 

She gasped in distress as he brutally withdrew his fingers from between her thighs and gripped her upper arms, dragging her up into a sitting position. 

Her lips parted, yet before she could utter a protest his mouth closed over hers in a punishing kiss. It was brutal, dominating, without mercy. Her senses swam as his mouth moved over hers, her fingers clinging to his gown as she helplessly drowned in the searing kiss, so different from the coaxing kisses Lukas had stolen from her. 

He tore his mouth from hers, gazing down at her trembling lips. "Then you will be punished until you tell me the name of the person who touched you."

She had been schooled from birth to obey the dictates of the priest and nuns, yet his reaction to discovering her wickedness both shocked and frightened her. What would Father Matthews do to her when he discovered that it was a man, and not a nun, that had touched her? 

As he left her to walk around the desk and pull open a draw, she hastily pushed down her hem and fumbled at the ribbons of her bodice with trembling fingers.

He came back to her, ignoring the tears trembling on her lashes and ordered her to "Stand up." 

She weakly slid her bottom off the desk and stood before him, gazing up at him with fearful eyes.