Henry Perkins - Dungeon nun

"That hurts!" the girl whined, unable to even shift to relieve any of the pressure that was pulling at her body.

"It's supposed to," Luke hissed down at her, and he turned the crank another notch.

"Noooo!" Mary Celeste moaned, her shoulder and hip joints beginning to ache as if they were being pulled out of place.

He left her there, taut and hurting, but without the intense pain that would have driven her out of her mind. He had wanted her where she could not move, without a single chance of escape, and nothing accomplished that better than being stretched on the rack. All her muscles and bones were extended, and there was no slack at all to give them a possibility of contracting. It was as if she were paralyzed with even her breaths coming ouly with difficulty.

For a while, she listened in the dimness of the dungeon, at first fearing and then hoping for the sound of bare feet. The discomfort quickly became almost unbearable, and, after what seemed like a hour, she would have giadly accepted anything that might be done to her just to get her out of the grasp of the devilish device.

But there was no relief coming, so her mind sought some of its own, pushing the ache back as much as possible so it might escape into the thoughts and memories that filled the young nun.

On the night of the beating of Sister Beatrice, Mary Celeste had stripped from the robe stained with her own pussy juices as soon as she was alone in the stark confines of her own cell. Her panties were a sodden mess and she pulled them off from her still-aching cunt and shoved them beneath the mattress of the crude cot. She wanted none of the older nuns finding such damaging evidence of a desire-ridden, leaking pussy. Her scratchy bra, then her mantle came next. For a few seconds, she was nothing more than a passion-filled, blonde-tressed young female who wanted more than anything for something to satisfy a cunthole creaming from desire?

Mary Celeste pushed her mind from the raging fire that was burning between her legs and slipped into the long, plain nightgown provided by the convent. The rough cloth rubbed at her titties, thrilling the nipples until they stood erect, but at least it covered her pussy. She dropped to her knees, and hurried through her late-night prayers. She fought against it, but hiding behind each of her worshipping words was the fact that she would probably be furiously finger-fucking herself within minutes. Doing that had earned her a thrashing less than a week before. She was sure that, if she were caught a second time in so short a span, the beating of Sister Beatrice wouldn't compare to what would be administered to her naked body.

As she rose and turned down the wool blanket of the cot, the door to the cell opened behind her. Mary Celeste gasped in surprise and glanced back over her shoulder to where the mother superior was closing the heavy wooden portal behind her.

Thank goodness, Mary Celeste thought wildly. If her leader had waited just a couple of minutes longer, the young nun would have been caught moaning in passion with part of her fingers shoved up her cunt.

Sister Mary Celeste glanced nervously to her right at the stained habit that hung like an open accusation on the peg set into the stone wall. The mother superior's eyes followed the nervous giance, but oniy smiled knowingly at the wetness that still marked the crotch of the front of the robe. The young novice's heart caught in her throat when she knew that the older nun had seen the tale-telling stain, but the mother superior didn't mention it. Instead, she motioned for the young girl to sit on the cot, then swished farther into the small room.

"Did you learn the lesson of Sister Beatrice's punishment tonight?" the mother superior asked as she towered over the young girl who now sat on the small bed.

"I'm not sure what she did," Mary Celeste answered quietly. "But I would think that the lesson is to obey what you are told by those whom God has placed above you."

The older woman smiled, her face moon-shaped within the wimple of her habit. "It's not important exactly what Sister Beatrice did, except that you know that she resisted doing something she was instructed by one of her guiding teachers. She disobeyed, which showed her defiance. But tonight she is not quite so willing to say no to something she is told to do."

"I try to do what I am told," Mary Celeste replied weakly, her gaze falling from the mother superior's face to the edge of the black robe where it brushed against the rough floor.

"That's not enough!" the older nun said loudly, bringing the novice nun's eyes back up to the mascilline features of the old mother superior. "You must know that those above you understand far more than you, and you must obey us even if you somehow think it might be wrong. You must do exactly what we say without question, and do it immediately without any doubt in your mind. If it seems wrong, you simply misunderstand and must comply and never question it to anyone. Whatever one of us instructs you while we are alone must never pass your lips. To do so would be to deny the rightness of what we say."

Mary Celeste nodded, not really sure she understood the reason for the mother superior's firmness. Still, she gave in, placing herself totally into the older nun's hands.

"Fine." The mother superior smiled and moved over to sit on the end of the cot, oniy a couple of feet from the young girl. "Now I wish to talk to you about what happened last week."

Mary Celeste's heart leapt into her throat where it was squeezed in nervous tightness. Was she gonig to be beaten again for the failing of touching herself? It wasn't fair – she had already received her punishment.

"Relax," the mother superior purred. "You've suffered your repentance, and tonight is the time for a lesson. Your mother superior is going to explain – and show you – how such things happen to lead a young novice into sin. That way you will know how Satan tempts you toward a fall from grace. But the lesson is for you, and you only. You are not to speak of it, not even in your prayers or confession. Such a thing would be to question my rightness and would be the sign of disobedience. And we know from Sister Beatrice what happens to disobedient young novices."

Mary Celeste nodded jerkily, remembering the bloody welts on her companion's back and the sound of angry slaps of the whip into a tender cunt.

"Now lie back," the mother superior told her, "and I will explain to you about why young novices go astray. And remember, this is just a lesson given to you for your own good."

The frightened young girl complied. When she was stretched out on the narrow cot, the mother superior sat alongside the cot, staring down at the supine body.

"Let's take this off so we might we what we are talking about," the older nun said.

She grasped the hem of Mary Celeste's cotton nightgown. Slowly it was pulled up her body and stripped over her shoulders and head.

"Ah," the mother superior sighed when she saw the naked tits and cunt of the young girl. "I can see that you are truly prepared for bed. It makes it convenient for now there is nothing in the way of our needed lesson. Spread your thighs a bit, then reach down with your hands. Don't touch it! Just use your fingers on both sides to spread it apart."

Embarrassment burned inside Mary Celeste. She didn't want to do this. Lying there naked in front of the older woman had already turned her face and immature titties red, and she was about to be forced to reveal the excitement thatwatching the beating of Sister Beatrice had worked upon her body. But there was nothing else she could do – the stern eyes of her mother superior were waiting for her compliance, and she had already been instructed on what punishment awaited if she disobeyed.

Hesitantly, her hands dipped into her crotch as her legs opened, then she pulled apart the outer lips of her juicy young pussy. The moisture of her excitement leaked out and ran down across her puckered brown asshole.