Henry Perkins: Dungeon nun

His accusation came too close to what she had feared somewhere in the back of her mind for so long, and just enough had actually happened at the convent to lend some reality to those fears. She, herself, had entered the sisterhood of cloth as an escape from the guilt of having sucked her own father's prick, but doubts remained with her about the motivation of some of her sisters, particularly those who had been in the order for years and seemed to seek out positions of authority over the young novices. Even the actions of her own mother superior and some of her teachers had left her very much in doubt.

One night in particular burned in her mind, brought back by the accusation of the lewd man who threatened her and by the pain now coursing through her own ass and legs.

It had been less than a week after her own beating. All of the young initiates were tiered in seats on one side of the largest meeting room of the convent, called from their nightly prayers in their own cells to watch the punishment of Sister Beatrice. She was perhaps the youngest of the young, a meek girl who appeared to Mary Celeste to have been barely mature enough to be seeing the last of her years of mandatory school.

As soon as the gray novice robe of the frightened Sister Beatrice was pulled from her body, a hush fell over the crowd.

She was naked except for the mantle of her habit. Beneath the robe, there had been nothing, not even the coarse cotton panties and bra the novices had been given to wear. Naked, she looked as small as a bird quivering on her knees in front of the towering black-clad mother superior. Pale, thin legs held her upright on her knees on the stone floor, and skinny adolescent arms hung loosely by her side as if denied he opportunity to cover her nakedness.

The tits on her girlish chest were little more than small mounds, barely more than upturned teacups of trembling flesh tipped by immature nipples. The trunk of her body was almost straight – no womaniy curves had begun to form there – and the cunt hair below her stomach was barely more than a wisp of brown through which the lips of her pussy mound could be seen.

A cranking sound had reluctantly pulled Mary Celeste's eyes away from that captivating vertical gash and she saw a heavy horizontal wooden beam slowly being lowered from the ceiling. Two heavy metal clamps dangled from its middle at the end of short chains, and, as the other novices watched, two of the older nuns moved to the center of the room and lifted the frightened Sister Beatrice upward to clamp her hands into the irons. Then her feet were locked into two others bolted to the floor almost a yard apart. Then the cranking sound renewed and the beam was slightly raised, pulling the naked immature novice nun six inches into the air.

The sound of turning chains stopped and a hush filled the room. Not even the sound of one breath could be heard. For long seconds, everyone was still all eyes feasting on the naked titties, pussy, and ass of the painfully stretched young girl in the center of the room.

Then movement. The mother superior rustled in her traditional black habit over to a small table while the two older sisters reached up and stripped the veil and mantle from Sister Beatrice's head. Brown hair, the color of that which lightly brushed her pussy, was revealed, but it was cropped close to her head. Less than a half-inch remained of the long tresses that had fallen to the center of her back the day she had entered the convent. It made her look even more naked and vulnerable, a quivering, shaking form suspended in chains, awaiting a punishment that all of them knew would be brutal.

The two older nuns faded to the side as the mother superior returned to face the young girl. The leader of the young nuns moved like a threatening dark cloud, and in her right hand was a wicked-looking black riding crop that none of the novices had tasted before.

"Look upon her," the older woman said, lifting the whip high into the air as she addressed the rest of the crowd. "See the way of extreme repentance that is necessary for the sin of defiance and disobedience! Know that the path leads here for those who do not follow the orders of your mother superior and the nuns who assist her in teaching!"

With a quick move that swirled her robe, the mother superior swept behind the chained girl and whacked the riding crop sharply across the upper part of the naked back. The whip cut the air with a whistle that could be heard from the seats, and it smaked into Sister Beatrice's back with a wet crack. An angry red line traced across her pale skin beneath the shoulder blades, reaching from one of her sides to the other.

"Aeeil!" Beatrice screamed and thrashed nakedly in chains. The muscles in her hips and shoulders knotted as she strained to twist herself away from the pain. But the iron clamps dug into wrists and ankles and, already, the chains were pulled tight. All that the girl managed to do was spread more pain to her arms and legs.

The riding crop whistled again and cut a crimson path across the back of the young girl's waist. Her entfre body arched away from the blow, her stomach thrusting outward to lift shaking titties high into the air. The riding crop whisked again through the air and slashed the boyish assheeks, and this time the slightly furred cunt was thrown forward with her hips.

Beatrice wailed with each cascading blow, still twisting against the cuffs and chains until the skin of her wrists and ankles turned an angry red. Her ass was now a criss-cross of welts and her back was marked in a pattern of plaid. As the blows continued, they seemed to get harder, as if the mother superior was becoming more excited with each blow. Each time she lashed the naked flesh of her young charge, her arm lifted high into the air to increase the bite of the whip.

The backs of Beatrice's thighs were now being battered, beaten until they were scarlet with darker red lines that showed where the whip had landed. First both thighs together were lashed, then each one separately with the tip straying dangerously close to the spread asshole and cunt of the young girl.

Finally it happened. As if aimed, the very tip of the riding crop slaped against the underside of the lips of the pussy gash as the shaft struck the bottom of one hip. Everyone in the room had been waiting for it to happen, and, when it did, there was a large collective gasp.

"Aee!" the young girl screamed, her entire body going as stiff as an iron rail.

Mary Celeste's pussy clenched tightly, as if it too had been struck. Juice poured out of her young cunt and greased the outer cunt lips, wetting the faint hair beneath her robe. Her panties were so wet that she thought she might have pissed sitting there watching the brutal scene.

Again the whip landed, this time on the underside of the other hip, but still with the tip snapping into the young nun's cunt. The screams that ripped through the air of the convent were like those from a sinner burning in Hell, and, with each new slash against the tortured pussy, the shrieks increased.

All of the young novices were stirring uncomfortably in their seats around Mary Celeste, so no one wonid notice that she was rubbing her confmed cunt and ass roughiy against the wooden bench. Her own pussy felt on fire, just like the girl's in chains, and she felt like she, too, was tasting the bite of the whip. Her panties were a sopping niess from pussy cream that continued to flow from her cunt, but her eyes and mind were so locked onto the tortured, naked girl in front of her, that she never questioned why. Her own body felt as if it was popping back and forth between the benches and the chains, and that part of the blows were landing on her own flaming cunt. Each time the tip of the riding crop bit into Beatrice's tortured cunt, Mary Celeste's pussy clenched.