Author's Note:
It was always in my mind that Lost should be a longer story but, although I had a vision about how the story should develop, I was unable to translate that vision into words. Recently, I came across some hentai manga comics, a genre I was not familiar with. While many of them are obviously pot-boilers involving copious volumes of bodily fluids, some were inspiring. They fizzled around in my subconscious for a while and, hey presto, the rest of the story fell into place.

The fact that you are here, gentle reader, suggests that you are familiar with Noë's 'Convent of the Damned'. If you are also familiar with hentai manga, you will have a fairly good idea of how the story develops. However, for those of you who are not, be warned that the story involves a demon and demons are not, by and large, cuddly people. It is a 'fairy tale' and unpleasant things happen in fairy tales. If this upsets or offends you, please do not read it.

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omewhere, somehow, they must have taken a wrong turning. Now they were lost. Not just a-bit-off-the-route lost but completely, utterly and irrevocably lost. The map, although detailed, was next to useless for they could find no reference point in these dry, anonymous hills and valleys with which to pinpoint their position. Audrey insisted that they head north for the map showed a major highway cutting east-west through a broad valley and, she reasoned, sooner or later they must hit it.

But it was difficult to drive directly north. The roads twisted and turned, sometimes following the contours of the hills, sometimes abruptly plunging down across a small valley and sometimes cutting up and over a gap between the hills. The roads were ancient and generations of feet, hooves and wheels had worn them below the level of the surrounding land. The modern road-builders had simply levelled the surface and applied tarmac. Even where the ground was harder, or perhaps the road newer, there were, inevitably, tumbledown stone walls, stunted trees or impenetrable prickly bushes to block the view. So they drove on, trying to maintain some vague northward direction by reference to the sun, and hoping more than expecting that around the next corner or over the next ridge, they would find the broad, fertile valley and the highway.

The sun beat aggressively down on the parched ground of this inhospitable land of barren, rocky hills and scorched, boulder-strewn valleys. There were few trees, stunted oaks and scrub pine, and no greenery to break up the monotonous grey and ochre vista. After several hours of this fruitless, directionless driving, they were beginning to panic. The sun was beginning to cast longer shadows across the dusty landscape and the fuel indicator was getting depressingly low. Tempers were fraying, each blaming the other for either getting them into their current predicament or being unable to get them put of it. They were hot, tired, thirsty and worried.

"Look," said Audrey at last. "We need to stop and ask somebody."

"But we don't speak the language," wailed Susan. "And nobody in this god-forsaken land's going to speak English."

"Well, we have to try," said Audrey firmly. "We have to do something or we'll still be here at night."

Her friend gave a shudder. The thought of night amongst these hills did not appeal at all. "Anyway," she retorted. "There's no-one to ask even if we did speak the language."

Unfortunately, she seemed to be right. The countryside seemed to be completely devoid of human presence. They had not seen a village, hamlet, farmhouse or even a lonely shepherd's cottage for over half an hour. In fact, if it wasn't for the tarmaced road and ruined walls, they might have been the first people here since the land was formed. They drove on for a number of miles, the loneliness of the landscape seeping deeper into their souls.

Susan suddenly sat upright and pointed. "Look," she cried. "Over there."

Audrey braked sharply. "What? Where?"

"Over there. On the other side of the valley. I'm sure I saw a building."

"Are you sure? It wasn't just a rock formation?"

"Of course I'm not sure." Susan was aggrieved. "But it looked like a building to me. Back up a bit where we can see."

Audrey carefully backed the car up the road to where a gap in the verge allowed a good view over the valley. She stopped and got out. The heat hit her like a fist.

"So where's this building?"

Susan pointed. "Over there. Where the trees are. Near where the hill sticks out a bit."

Audrey stared in the indicated direction then rummaged round in the car for her binoculars. "My God," she exclaimed. "You're right. It is a building. It looks like a church."

"Maybe we can claim sanctuary," giggled Susan.

"That was well spotted, Sue. You've got sharp eyes. Now, how do we get to it?" She scanned the valley through the binoculars. "Yes. That looks like a road. And I seem to remember we passed a turn-off a few miles back."

She turned the car carefully in the narrow road grateful for once that it was free of traffic and they retraced their steps. Several miles back up the road they found a small turning which seemed to lead off in the right direction. If the other road had been narrow, this one was a nightmare. Little more than a track, it was barely wide enough for the car and was rutted and pitted with potholes. It was obvious that no-one had used it for a long time.

"Are you sure this is the right road?" Susan asked, nervously.

"Of course I'm not sure," snapped Audrey. "Do you have a better idea?"

"No. Sorry." Sue subsided, chewing her lower lip nervously.

The track at least seemed to be heading in the right direction for it led down into the valley and climbed back up the other side. All at once they became aware that the track was flanked on one side by a high wall. It was as derelict as the road, lichen covered with stones missing or badly eroded and small, gnarled bushes growing in the gaps - but it was a wall.

"That's a good sign," said Audrey with some relief. "Now all we have to do is find the gate."

The gate, when they found it, wasn't. It was simply a gap in the wall flanked by tall pillars on top of which were perched gargoyles made more hideous and grotesque by being severely eroded. Their blank and shrunken eyes seemed to follow the car as it passed between them.

"Uggghh," Susan shivered. "This place is spooky."

Audrey shrugged. She, too, had an uneasy feeling. "We don't have much choice."

The track swung round an outcrop of rock and they were suddenly at the church. Close up it didn't look much like a church except for the square tower with a pointed roof that rose above the middle. It was much bigger than they had imagined, rearing ominously high above their heads. It was also ancient, the stone walls as rough and pitted as the hills around it. With its plain façade broken irregularly by small, dark windows - and none of them at ground level - it looked more like a mediaeval fortress than anything else.

In the middle, a broad flight of shallow steps led up to a huge heavy wooden door set far back into the thick walls. They parked the car and got out, craning their necks as they looked up at the grim heights.

"Come on. Let's see if we can find a bell or knocker," said Audrey with a forced determination.

Grit and sand crunched under their feet as they climbed the steps. No-one had used this entrance for quite some time. To one side of the doorway an iron rod with a handle hung down the wall. Gritting her teeth, Audrey gave it a tug. It did not move. She pulled again, harder and, finally hanging all her weight on it, the rod reluctantly moved. A cloud of grit and rust rained down on her. She stepped back, brushing the dust from her face and hair. There was no sound from within.

They waited in the eerie silence for a long time. The sun, sinking behind the building, cast long shadows which seemed darker and deeper than they ought to be. They were just debating whether they should try the bell-pull again when they heard faint noises from behind the door. A wicket gate opened and, in it, was a black-robed figure holding a small oil lantern. Audrey turned to her - for she was certain that, although the cowl completely hid her face, the figure was female without knowing why.

"I'm terribly sorry," she said with a rush. "But we're completely lost and wondered if you could help us."

The hooded figure was silent for a while. Then she held up a surprisingly elegant and delicate hand as if to say, "Wait," and turned abruptly away closing the door behind her.

The girls looked at each other in astonishment and shrugged. There was nothing they could do but wait. After an interminable interval, the door opened again and another nun appeared. She seemed to be taller than the previous one so they assumed she was different.

"We're really sorry for disturbing you," Audrey began again. "But we're completely lost and short of petrol. Could you tell us if there's a village nearby?"

The nun was silent for a long time. Finally she said in strangely accented English, "There is village near here. But you not get there today. No-one to help." The girls visibly sagged. "But you stay night here you wish."

"Could we? That'd be marvellous. We're most grateful."

The nun appeared to nod. "Bring things. I show you room."

They grabbed suitcases from the car and followed the nun into the building.

The stone corridor was dark. The only light came from the nun's lantern which bobbed and weaved as she walked, casting eerie shadows and making her black-robed figure even more sinister. She led them up stairs and along corridors seemingly at random. The girls followed close behind, afraid to be left behind in the dark. Eventually, she entered a passageway with a wooden floor and doors down one side. She opened one of these and stood aside to let the girls enter.

"Not Ritz," she said. "But at least bed."

The cell was sparsely furnished. Two wooden beds with thin blankets, a nightstand and a large chest of drawers were all it contained. But the plain walls were whitewashed and the wooden floor was clean, and there was a small window set high in one wall.

"This is fine, really," said Audrey. "It's most kind of you."

"I expect you hunger and thirst," said the nun.

"We do, indeed."

"Someone will come. I must ask that you not leave room tonight. You must not disturb rituals. In morning, we show you the way. This I must insist. Do not leave room. You understand?" They nodded. "Good. I bid goodnight."

Abruptly she left, closing the door behind her. The girls sat on the beds and looked at each other.

"God, what a weird place," said Susan.

"Isn't it. But it's better than a night in the car."

"I suppose so."

"Trust me. I've slept in a car."

They were silent for a moment.

"I wonder what she meant by 'rituals'," Audrey said thoughtfully.

"I dunno. Probably they get up in the middle of the night and sing hymns."

"She wouldn't have called them rituals," Audrey objected. She looked around her. "And there's another odd thing."

"What?"

"There's no crucifix or bible or anything religious in here."

"What's odd about that? Nobody's probably used this room for absolutely ages. I'd say they don't get many visitors."

"Yes, but there still should be a crucifix or something."

"So since when were you an expert on nuns? Give it a rest, Aud. This place gives me the spooks. I just want to get tonight over with and get back to civilisation tomorrow."

Audrey was saved from having to reply to this outburst by the door opening and two nuns entering. One bore a tray of food and the other a large pitcher and a bowl. As they set their burdens down on the nightstand, the cowl of one of them slipped and the girls caught a brief glimpse of her face. The sight was almost a physical shock - the face behind the cowl was truly beautiful. Without a trace of make-up, the oval face was perfect; at once alluring, innocent and sexy. Hastily, the nun adjusted her hood and the pair retreated as silently as they had arrived.

"Did you see that?" gasped Susan. "What is someone who looks like that doing in a place like this?"

"She was certainly astonishing," agreed Audrey thoughtfully.

"Astonishing's not the word. Any fashion model would give her eye teeth to look like that. I'd give my eye teeth - and a lot more besides."

Audrey shrugged. "It'll just have to remain another of the unsolved mysteries of this place. Anyway, let's eat. I'm starving."

The food was plain, simple and plentiful - fresh bread, cheese, ham and tomatoes, with fresh, clear water to drink. The girls set to and cleared the tray. Hunger banished, the tensions of the day caught up with them. They made their preparations for bed and climbed into the simple beds as the last light of the day faded from the room. They were asleep instantly.

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Audrey awoke with a start. It was pitch black. For some reason she was wide awake. She was aware of the smells of the bare wooden cell with its whitewashed walls, of the firm mattress underneath her, of Susan's slightly nasal breathing in the other bed. She lay quietly, wondering what had woken her from a deep and dreamless sleep.

Then she heard it. It wasn't loud but it seemed to invade every corner of the room. It made the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand on end and she was suddenly sweating in the cool night. She sat bolt upright, breathing heavily.

"Sue," she hissed savagely. "Sue. Wake up."

"Huh? Wassamatter?" mumbled Sue rolling over.

"Wake up. Wake up and listen."

Something in Audrey's tone made Sue open her eyes and sit up.

"I don't hear anything. Why did you wake me up?"

"Ssh. Shut up and listen."

As she spoke the sound came again - an inhuman cry of torment and triumph.

"My God," exclaimed Sue, clutching the blankets to her chin. "What in hell was that?"

"I've no idea," her friend replied grimly as she slid her feet to the floor. "But I intend to find out."

"You can't go out," Sue wailed. "It sounded pretty awful."

Audrey was groping around for her shoes. "I know. That's why I'm going to find out what it is."

"But we're supposed to stay here."

"You can stay if you wish but I'm going."

"Oh, no. I'm not staying here all alone. Something might come in and get me."

Hand in hand, the girls groped their way out of the cell and down the passageway. It was dark - not the sort of dark they were used to in the city but totally, utterly and completely dark - so they felt their way carefully along the walls, stumbling and fumbling their way. Their breathing sounded very loud in their ears and every sound seemed magnified.

"Aud," whispered Sue tremulously, "what's that noise?"

"What noise?"

"A sort of muffled thumping - like drums."

"I can't hear anything."

"But it's so loud. You must hear it."

Audrey shook her head forgetting that Sue couldn't see her. She was aware of her heart beating loudly and stopped suddenly.

"Sue, put your hand on your heart."

"But…"

"Just do it. Can you feel it beating? Does it match your drumming?"

"Oh! But it's so loud."

"Of course it is. Now shut up."

At the end of the corridor they found a stout wooden door. After much fumbling around, Audrey found the handle. Cautiously she tried it and, to her relief, the door was unlocked and opened silently. Beyond the door was a spiral stone staircase. Audrey found this out by stepping through the door and finding nothing under her feet. She gave an involuntary gasp as she felt herself falling. Almost instinctively, Sue gripped her hand tightly and hauled her back.

"Whew," she whispered, her blood pounding in her ears. "Thanks, Sue."

Sue just gripped her hand in reply. She was terrified and it was only the thought of trying to find the way back to their room by herself in the dark that kept her going.

They waited in silence for what seemed an eternity. The abbey was as silent as it was dark. Tentatively Audrey felt around with her foot until she found the stairs. Very carefully she edged forward.

"Stairs," she whispered to Sue. "Spiral ones, I think."

Their progress down the stairs was slow. The steps were uneven and badly worn. Each step had to be carefully tested before they could trust it. As they made their way, step by cautious step, round the spiral, they became aware of a faint glow ahead. By the time they reached the foot, the glow was bright enough for their dark-sensitive eyes to see that they were on a landing which led to a narrow stone passage that curved away to the right. With more confidence but still moving as quietly as they could, they crept along.

The unnatural sound that had awoken them had not been repeated but now they became aware of other sounds, muffled and indistinct at first but getting louder as they rounded the curve in the passageway. They could make out female voices chanting - a wailing, tuneless sound punctuated by muffled cries and shouts.

"The rituals," breathed Susan in Audrey's ear.

"Probably," Audrey grunted.

Sue chewed her knuckle. "I'm scared, Aud. We're not supposed to interfere."

"I just want to look."

Creeping silently, the girls reached the end of the passage. An arched doorway led to what seemed to be a gallery. The wailing chant went on and on. There was the sound of feet shuffling on the floor - as if the celebrants were moving around or dancing. There were sudden cries and shrieks, as if of pain, low groans and moans punctuated by the occasional high pitched giggle and sharp crack. The light was now an eerie orangey-red glow that seemed to have no particular source. It was also very warm. The girls crept along the gallery to see what was happening, ducking low below that stone balustrade.

They were met with a vision from hell.

They were looking down the length of a huge hall lined with pillars. On the floor were tiles or paintings depicting nightmare scenes of sexual depravity. In the centre was an altar of jet black. The top was arched and, across the arch, a woman was tied spreadeagled and stark naked. Her long blonde hair, pale skin and rounded form provided a sharp contrast with the black angularity of the altar. Her breasts, stood out from her chest like miniature mountains.

Around her danced a group of naked nuns with movements as lewd and suggestive as any lap-dancer, chanting as they went. Their resemblance to lap-dancers was not confined to their movements. They were, to a woman, high breasted, narrow waisted and broad hipped. To have called them shapely would have been an understatement - they were voluptuous - almost caricatures of the female form. Their breasts bobbed and bounced without a hint of sag as they danced. In their hands they held strips of stiff, coloured material with which they stroked and beat the captive blonde. She was writhing and panting in apparent bliss, her huge pink areolae swaying and bouncing as she squirmed.

In a circle around them a group of grotesque dwarfs danced, or capered to be more precise, in the opposite direction. Despite their small stature, they all sported enormous erections which bobbed and weaved grotesquely. They held switches with which they beat the dancing nuns, giggling inanely all the while.

At the back stood another group of naked nuns, swaying and chanting.

At the far end of the hall, two thrones were arranged upon a raised dais. In one slouched the largest and extraordinary naked man they had ever seen. That he was male there was no doubt: that he was a man was most unlikely. His skin was dark olive colour and had an iridescent sheen like oil on a puddle of water. Beneath the skin muscles rippled and bulged almost as if they were alive. His head was huge. The face was craggy with a broad forehead overshadowing deep-set eyes, angular cheekbones and a sharp, protruding jaw. His lips were thin and drawn into what might pass as a smile except for the twist of cruelty at the edges. His cranium was hairless. It sloped back and away from his forehead giving him a slightly reptilian look. By contrast, his ears pointed and lobeless, looked positively tiny. Power emanated from him like a miasma, a physical force.

He was sitting with his knees spread wide. In between his mighty thighs crouched two extremely beautiful and very naked young girls, who were licking and sucking his enormous erection. It was the largest cock Audrey and Susan had ever seen. The shaft, with its slight upward curve, was several shades darker than the rest of his skin and ridged and ribbed and veined like an ancient yew. Indeed, so stiff and proud did it stand that it could have been made of wood. It was topped with a glans like a huge dark purple mushroom which the girls licked and sucked with loving reverence. The cock was so large that the worshippers could only just get the very tip of it into their mouths and could barely encompass its girth with both hands. This did not deter them for they ministered to it with obvious enthusiasm and eagerness.

Two more equally beautiful and naked young girls perched on the arms of the chair cuddling into him, pressing their breasts against his massive chest and nibbling at his ears and neck. He had an enormous arm around each waist and a huge horny finger deeply embedded in each anus. The girls wriggled and squirmed in apparent ecstasy.

If the girls were beautiful, the woman who occupied the other throne was stunning beyond compare. She reclined in elegant insouciance and surveyed the hall arrogantly. Her hair, the colour of beech leaves in autumn, tumbled in thick waves over her shoulders. Her skin was pale and flawless. Broad shouldered and narrow waisted, her breasts jutted from her chest like pale volcanoes without the slightest hint of sag. The volcano image was enhanced by the large, fiery red areolae which capped them. In short she was the epitome of sexual womanhood. She sat with one long leg draped casually over the arm of her chair while a naked nun crouched between them with her face buried in lush copper-coloured thatch. Two other nuns caressed and sucked the luscious breasts.

Suddenly the demon stood, sending the adoring girls scattering. He raised his face heavenward and gave out a long, eerie, howl which made the watchers' hair stand on end and, at the same time set their pussies tingling. He stepped down from the dais, his giant cock with its glistening purple tip dripping pre-cum and sticking out in front of him and strode towards the altar in huge ponderous strides. A keening wail went up from the assembled nuns. Four of the dancers stepped forwards and released the captive's bonds and then all fell to their knees in a ring around the altar, faces pressed to the floor and arms stretched out before them, round bottoms raised high.

The blonde made no move to escape: indeed she writhed sinuously and lasciviously as the giant strode up to the altar, gripped her ankles and pulled her towards him. With a slight flex of his knees, he pulled her onto his huge, hard cock and rammed it straight up her cunt in one, fluid movement. The blonde screamed in pain and ecstasy as the vast prick bludgeoned its way into her. The giant did not stop pulling until the complete length of his mighty cock was buried inside her cunt. He uttered a cry of triumph and lust and a wave of pheromones filled the hall. It swept across all present - overwhelming and overpowering. The dwarfs immediately gripped the hips of the kneeling nuns and began to fuck them vigorously. The redhead on the throne, threw back her head and screamed, lifting her hips off the seat and thrusting her cunt into the face of the nun at her feet. All the other nuns began to masturbate themselves and each other, falling to the floor in writhing piles of bodies. Even up in the gallery, the watching Audrey and Susan were unable to resist. They thrust their hands between their thighs and frantically began to work their fingers in and out of their cunts. It became the sole and only goal of every woman present to make themselves cum as quickly and as hard as they could.

Suddenly the giant stopped, raised his head and sniffed. He let out a roar and, instantly, all activity stopped as if the congregation were frozen in time. The single exception was the blonde on the altar who, still impaled on the massive cock, continued to writhe and whimper in unsated lust. With closed eyes the giant raised his head and turned this way and that as if seeking by smell the source of an alien and unwanted presence. Audrey and Susan crouched, trembling, behind the balcony in the gallery. The giant stopped, facing them directly. He opened his eyes and looked straight at them. His inhuman, baleful gaze held them, bound them. The redhead on the throne pointed where his gaze was focussed and barked out some commands.

With a supreme effort of will, Audrey fought to break the spell of those compelling eyes. Desperately, she tugged at Susan's arm, urging her to run - but Susan was completely mesmerised. She placed a hand in front of Susan's eyes, breaking the giant's gaze. Groggily Susan blinked and shook her head to clear it. Audrey grabbed her hand, and began pulling her down the gallery to safety. But it was too late. A group of nuns rushed in to the gallery, grabbed them and hustled them roughly down to the hall.

As they passed the nun who had admitted them earlier, she hissed. "I told you stay in room. Now you pay price."

They were dragged before the throne where the giant had resumed his seat, his semi-erect cock still massive and dripping with the juices of the blonde he had been fucking. Seen close-up the couple on the thrones were even more imposing. The giant was over seven feet tall and built to scale. The aura of immense and inhuman masculinity that they had been aware of on the gallery was overwhelming here, making their senses reel. He sat quietly and regarded the pair from his deep-set hypnotic eyes: eyes of a deep crimson and slitted like a cat's that glowed like two small lamps against his swarthy skin.

Several pairs of hands held them securely while several more ripped away their clothes. Audrey began to protest and Sue to blubber. The giant fixed his baleful gaze on them and barked out a command. The power of the voice was like physical blow. The girls reeled back as if they had been slapped and were silent, totally unable to utter a sound. The giant and the redhead inspected them coldly. A command from the woman and they were turned round and examined from all angles. They felt like cattle at a market and, among this surfeit of female flesh, completely inadequate.

The woman turned to the giant and raised her eyebrows enquiringly. The giant nodded curtly. She issued a string of commands and nuns hurried off to obey. They returned wheeling two huge wooden hoops into which the girls were tied at ankle and wrist in an 'x' shape. The wheels were put in motion. The girls revolved inside the wheels as they were rolled round the hall. All the congregation had somehow obtained sticks or whips or birches or switches and they laid into the girls as they rolled slowly past. They began chanting again - quietly at first but rapidly increasing in volume. The girls had their voices back and screamed and screamed and screamed as the blows landed on all the exposed and tender parts of their bodies - breasts, buttocks, cunts, thighs, bellies and backs.

After several peregrinations around the room, they were wheeled back before the dais - sick and dizzy with the spinning and the pain of the beating. The giant was now fully erect again, the young girls having resumed their ministrations. The hoops were carefully positioned so the girls' heads were next to each other and exactly at the height of the giant's cock. The English-speaking nun bent towards them. "You suck now. Or else."

The giant approached and thrust his cock callously into Audrey's mouth. It was slimy with sexual juice and the odour was overpowering - a combination of male sex, female sex, sweat and something deeper she could not identify. She was forced to open her mouth so wide she felt her jaw would break even to get the tip in. Without thinking she began to lick and suck the glistening purple glans, desperately trying not to gag at the overwhelming taste and smell, at once repulsive and arousing. After an interminable time, the giant pulled out and moved to Susan. Almost eagerly, the other girl accepted the outsized organ, wrapping her mouth around as much of it as she could and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked.

A low rumbling moan came from deep within the giant's chest. Immediately the young acolytes sprang forward. Two of them began to masturbate him into Susan's mouth, their hands unable to circle his girth, while the other two cupped and cradled his massive balls. With an almighty roar, the giant thrust forwards, almost ramming his cock down Susan's throat. The muscles in his abdomen spasmed and his cock jerked as he jetted a long stream of cum into Susan's mouth. Immediately he pulled out, spraying cum over both the girls, and jammed his spewing cock into Audrey's mouth. A thick wad of hot, acrid, slimy cum spurted into her mouth. Compulsively, she swallowed. The cum oozed down her throat like liquid fire. Hot tendrils spread through her body lighting a fire that made every nerve ending, both inside and out, itch and burn. The pain was excruciating. Every muscle in her body locked in a paroxysm of pain. She was burning; being eaten alive by fire. She screamed, long and loud, dimly aware that, beside her, Sue was doing the same. But the fire did not consume her. After an eternity, it burnt itself out and she hung from the wheel, limp and spent. "Now you one of us. You not leave here, ever," whispered the nun as she helped release Audrey and lead her away.

The girls were dragged to a cell and locked in. The sound of the key in the lock seemed very final. Numbly, they sat side by side on the cell's only bed, unable to fully comprehend what had just happened to them. Then Sue began to cry, great heaving sobs that racked her body. Without thinking, Audrey put a comforting arm around her friend. For a long time she sat, staring vacantly and mindlessly, rocking back and forth as Sue's sobbing gradually subsided.

Inside her she could feel the sperm she had been forced to swallow settle in her stomach. It seemed to have an almost physical presence. Instead of digesting it, her body seemed to be absorbing it. She imagined she could feel small filaments spreading outwards from her stomach. Without knowing why, she was convinced that it would change her, though in what way she did not know. Of one thing she was certain - she would not enjoy the results.

Finally Sue raised her face. "Oh, Audrey, what will happen to us?" she sniffed.

"I don't know, Sue. I don't know," she said with despair in her voice. "But whatever it is, it will be forever."

-- 2 --

t was a long while before the pair could sleep. They lay quietly in the pitch dark of the cell. Inside them, the monster's cum continued its mysterious work. It insinuated itself like an alien virus into every vein, every muscle, every sinew, every organ. The dark heightened their sense of awareness and they could almost feel the filaments creeping through their bodies. Something was happening to them but they didn't know what. They lay, trembling with fear and stress until, at last, sheer exhaustion overcame them. Their dreams were haunted by images of insidious, creeping things that brought terror in the night.

In the morning they were awoken early. It was as if they had never slept. All their muscles ached, their eyes were thick with sleep and their brains numb. They were given water to wash in and simple grey habits and flat sandals to wear. They were not permitted any underwear. Although simple the habits were made of a thin, light material that was surprisingly soft and comfortable. A nun came with mugs of a strange, bitter effervescent liquid which she insisted they drank to the dregs. Whatever it was, it was good and they felt refreshed by it.

They were escorted down to breakfast in the refectory. After the darkness of the corridors and the depravity of the temple, if it could be called that, the refectory was surrealistically normal. Light and airy, it had a stone flagged floor; simple, whitewashed walls and open roof beams. There were plain, wooden tables to eat from and long benches to sit on. It was spotlessly clean. The room was alive with the quiet hum of nuns going about the business of eating breakfast. All the nuns were dressed in habits. Most were black; some, mostly the very old, were grey like Audrey's and Susan's; some, apparently worn by younger girls, were green, and a few were blue. They collected food, sat, ate, drank, returned empty dishes looking, for all the world, like ordinary nuns going about their morning business. There was nothing in dress or demeanour to connect them with the wild orgies of the previous night. To all appearances, this could be a religious retreat anywhere in the world.

Overwhelmed by the sheer ordinariness of the place, Audrey and Susan allowed themselves to be guided to a small table to the side where they were served a plain breakfast of porridge and fruit with a glass of milk which they ate and drank with gusto. As they breakfasted they looked about them, trying not to be too obvious. They began to notice the subtleties that made it clear that this was not an ordinary nunnery. They had been conscious, last night, that the inhabitants appeared to be outstandingly beautiful. In the warm morning light this was even more apparent. From nearly blonde to Mediterranean black, every one of them had a hair that shone with health and vitality. Every one, from pale to dark, had a perfection of complexion that no amount of cosmetics could emulate. They moved with an almost inhuman poise and grace. They seemed to glide and sway rather than walk and the soft material of their habits clung to the curve of breast, buttock and thigh suggesting and underlining the voluptuousness of the figure beneath. Every move, every glance, every gesture hinted of an underlying eroticism that would be impossible to quantify but was tangible none the less. Audrey had always considered herself quite attractive but, beside these nuns, she felt positively frumpy. She caught Susan's eye and it was clear her friend was having the same thoughts.

After breakfast they were escorted to the Mother Superior. It came as no surprise that she was the red-headed woman on the throne the previous night. She was seated in a large, comfortable cell when they arrived but rose to face them. Close-up, she was stunningly beautiful. Her dark red hair tumbled in soft waves over the shoulders of her dark red habit. Her slightly almond-shaped eyes were so dark they were almost black. Her jaw was straight and square, her cheekbones pronounced, her nose thin at the bridge with flaring nostrils. Her lips were red perfection and set against the creamy flawlessness of her skin. The soft material of her habit caressed the upper slopes of her conical breasts and hung in gentle folds over the width of her hips. Her beauty had an almost a physical force that took the captives' breath away. With her was the nun, Hannah, who spoke English.

Mother Superior was not amused. This was abundantly clear from her posture and expression and Audrey and Susan quailed in terror. In a quiet but sharp tone she set out the girls' position. They had accepted hospitality. They had been specifically instructed to stay in their cell. They had disobeyed that instruction. They had abused their hospitality. They had disrupted a very important ceremony. By their casual disregard for the rights of others and their abuse of the nunnery's generosity, they had forfeited all rights. For such transgressions, it was within her power to have them summarily executed.

Audrey and Susan reeled back as if struck. Executed? Killed? That would be murder! What about trials and judges and juries? Audrey opened her mouth to protest. One look at Mother Superior's face told her that her words would be wasted. Beside her, Susan was swaying unsteadily. She fell to her knees and clasped her hands in supplication. Audrey decided that this might be a better approach than protest and followed suit.

Mother Superior allowed herself a small nod of satisfaction. It was time these interlopers understood the gravity of their predicament. She addressed them again. If she was to have her way, that would have been their fate. However, against her better judgement, she had been persuaded to be lenient. Audrey noted that she did not say who or what had persuaded her and fleetingly wondered if, in time, she and Susan might come to wish that Mother Superior had not been so easily persuaded. She realised Mother Superior was speaking again. Although they would not be executed, Audrey and Susan could not be permitted to leave. They had seen and heard too much. Instead they would be enrolled as lay members of the Order. They would have to work hard for they would have to learn both the Order's language and its rituals. In due course they might be accepted as Novices. Nothing was certain. It was entirely up to them. However, they would have an excellent incentive. Here Mother Superior smiled thinly. In six months time they would be presented for initiation to the sisterhood. If they were not adequately prepared she, Mother Superior, would have no worries. Either they would pass the initiation or it would kill them. She said this in such a flat, matter-of-fact tone that Audrey and Susan were forced to believe her. For the time being, Sister Hannah, here would be their teacher and mentor. They should be properly respectful to Sister Hannah for she literally held their lives in her hands.

It was two very shaken and disturbed young women who emerged from Mother Superior's cell. They were not permitted to speak and Sister Hannah refused to answer any questions, saying only that they would find out what they needed to know in due course. Their studies would begin tomorrow. In the meantime they were to help in the kitchens.

Under the watchful eye of the head cook, a nun in a blue robe, they peeled vegetables, washed dishes, wiped, cleaned and scrubbed. Any attempts at conversation were firmly squashed. In between their tasks, they were, at least, able to look about them. The kitchens were impressive, if primitive. The ovens were old-fashioned and made of cast iron, like the one Audrey remembered her grandmother having when she was a child. However, she couldn't work out what powered them. There was no smoke and no coal scuttle and no wood pile. In fact, throughout the day, no-one appeared to re-fuel them. She filed this away for future consideration.

Other than that, the kitchens were clean and well organised. There was plenty of fresh food; vegetables, cheese, bread and a small amount of meat. The kitchen staff were mainly older women in grey habits. Although they were all grey-haired to a greater or lesser extent and their faces showed sign of aging, they still had the striking looks and unconscious grace of their younger colleagues.

By supper time they were exhausted. They stumbled back to their cell and were barely aware of the key turning in the lock behind them. By unspoken consent, they snuggled up together on Audrey's cot.

"Aud, I'm scared," Susan said.

"So am I, Sue," Audrey replied, grimly. "To put it bluntly, I'm fucking terrified."

"What should we do?"

"I don't think we've much choice. We do what we're told."

"Couldn't we escape?"

Audrey looked at her friend as if she was mad. "Escape? Where to? You remember what this country's like. There isn't a town or village within miles. And, even if there were, we don't speak the language. Besides, how could we survive with only a grey habit and a pair of sandals? We've no food, no water, no shelter…"

"There's the car."

"Which is out of petrol," Audrey snorted. "If we could find it."

"What do you mean?"

"You heard Mother Superior. We're here for the duration. These nuns may not have satellite TV or even hot and cold running water but I don't think they're stupid. Our car will quietly disappear, just like us."

"Oh, Audrey…" Susan wailed and started to sniffle.

Audrey held her friend tightly. As well as feeling scared, Audrey was feeling angry and guilty: angry at herself at getting them into this mess and guilty for involving Susan.

"Sue, I'm sorry. This stupid mess is all my fault. If I hadn't insisted we explore, we'd be on our way back to civilisation by now. Now we're stuck here. Our lives are in danger and we don't know what's going to happen to us. Why did I do it? Why did I have to get up in the middle of the night? Why couldn't I just have rolled over and gone back to sleep? We were warned. Sister Hannah told us quite clearly. And I ignored her. I thought I was smart and clever. I only wanted to see... I never thought… Why, oh why, did I do it?"

"Hush, hush." It was Susan's turn to be the comforter. "It was my idea we hire the car, remember? And my idea we went exploring. If I hadn't insisted on that, we'd still be back on the beach soaking up the sun."

"That doesn't matter. I was happy to go along with you. It's me… I'm the one who's got us into this. I'm really, really, sorry, Sue."

"It's okay, Aud. It really is. I know I've never felt so scared in my life before but, it's funny, I don't know why but there's a part of me that believes that, somehow, this was meant to happen. That it was inevitable and we just need to go with it."

"I can't believe that. I'm almost sick with worry and I feel so guilty and so cross with myself…"

Sue stroked her friend's back. "It's okay, Aud. I don't blame you. I'm just glad you're here with me. The thought of being here alone…"

She bent to place a kiss on Audrey's cheek. As she did, Audrey turned so, instead of feeling her friend's skin against her lips, she felt Audrey's lips against hers. A spark of electricity passed between them and it was as if a dam had burst. It was the only gentlest of touches but, suddenly, they were locked in a hot, passionate kiss. Their hands started to rove, pulling frantically at the restricting material of their habits. Breaking the kiss only long enough to pull the robes over their head, they fell back into each other's arms and started to make love to each other: not gentle, tender love, but hot, hard passionate love that was driven as much by their need for reassurance as by lust. They kissed again and Audrey realised she was getting very hot; her nipples were tingling as was her pussy - in fact whole body seemed to be unnaturally sensitive. She could feel Susan's nipples stiffening and, from the little tremors running over Susan's skin, knew she was feeling the same. Breaking the kiss and stared at her friend in shock.

"What's happening to us, Sue?" she whispered.

"I don't know, Aud, and, right now, I don't care."

She smiled and Audrey was aware that, although they'd been friends for a long time, she was only just realising how attractive her friend was. The blue eyes with their look of natural innocence were actually very sexy. And her mouth, half parted with that pouting lower lip, looked very kissable. In fact…

Their hands were all over each other's bodies; stroking, caressing, teasing, tweaking. Audrey slid on top, feeling Susan's breasts squash against hers, and pushed her knee between Susan's. As they kissed, she rubbed her body sinuously against the willing body beneath. The hard-tipped nipples burnt holes in her skin. She was damp between her thighs and felt an itch deep inside. She began to hump herself against Susan's thighs. Susan was moaning beneath the kiss. She writhed beneath Audrey, needing the contact as much as her friend. She felt the hot moistness of Audrey's quim against her thigh and moaned even louder for Audrey's obvious arousal heightened her own lust. She clamped her thighs tightly against Audrey's and began humping, too. She could feel the muscles of her friend's thighs flexing against her mound and knew that Audrey was feeling the same need as she. They writhed and rolled and panted and moaned, body sliding over sweaty body until, almost simultaneously, they came, clutching each other frantically as the waves of orgasm swept through them. Still entwined, they fell asleep.

Their training began in earnest the following morning. Their first task was to learn the nun's language. Sister Hannah was a hard task-mistress. It wasn't just that they had to learn the words and the basics of the grammar, which was very strange in itself, but they had to learn to pronounce each word perfectly.

"No, no, no. Not like that. Like this," she would say over and over again until she was satisfied they had got it exactly right.

It was hard, boring and repetitive, the more so as Audrey and Susan had no idea why they needed to have every inflection just so.

In the afternoons, they worked in the gardens or the kitchen or with the animals. All the nuns worked, except those with the blue habits and Mother Superior. The blue-garbed nuns, they discovered, were senior to the rest. They acted as Mother Superior's lieutenants and each was in charge of a particular aspect of the organisation. At first the girls found it odd to see these beautiful and voluptuous women labouring in the fields or mucking out the pigsty but before long they stopped noticing. Among the labourers were a number of younger girls who wore the green of novices and some who wore the ubiquitous black. The majority, however, were older and wore grey like Audrey and Susan.

At first Audrey and Susan had little contact with the others. The language was the main barrier but even as they began to master it, their colleagues seemed disinclined to speak. The nuns behaved courteously but distantly and did not encourage friendship. It appeared that the girls had not yet been fully accepted by the community and, until then, the regular inhabitants would maintain their distance. For this they could hardly be blamed. After all, Audrey and Susan were intruders, interlopers; unwilling conscripts to the order they served so willingly.

For the first few days, the girls fell into their cots at night and slept the sleep of the righteous. They were, after all, unaccustomed to manual labour and long hours of studying. Gradually, though, they began to adapt.

One evening, as the key was turned in the lock of their cell, Susan pulled Audrey into her arms and gave her a passionate kiss.

"What was that for?" Audrey gasped when they parted.

"Nothing. Just because…" Susan said slyly.

"Just because…" Audrey said, her nipples and pussy tingling from the kiss. "Just because you're feeling randy."

"Yes," Susan said. "I'm sorry, Aud."

"Don't be. I might just be feeling the same way."

"Do you think we could…? Like we did the first night," Susan said with a blush.

Audrey grinned and pulled off her habit. "I think that could be arranged."

Moments later they were on Audrey's cot, kissing passionately. Their hands roved freely, teasing and arousing. Suddenly Audrey stopped, her hand on Susan's breast.

"You know, Sue, you're tits have grown."

"Can't have."

Audrey gave the breast a squeeze and measured it with her hand. "I'm sure."

"I don't think so but you can check them like that any time," Susan said with a contented sigh.

She cupped one of Audrey's smaller breasts. "Your's feel like they've grown, too," she said.

Audrey's hand covered Susan's. "You're just saying that to be nice."

"I'm not. I'm sure they're bigger. And your waist's narrower and your tummy's flatter and you're bum's tighter. I'm sure of it."

"Must be all that fresh air and exercise," Audrey laughed.

For a while they contented themselves with exploring each other's breasts, delighting in the soft touches and delicate caresses. Audrey drew Susan's larger breasts into her mouth, making her friend gasp with pleasure then, in turn, wriggled with pleasure as Susan nipped and nibbled at her breasts. From there, their kisses and caresses grew more demanding and it only seemed natural for Susan to duck her head between Audrey's spread thighs while Audrey pulled Susan's poised hips down and buried her tongue in Susan's hot, wet cunt. With lips and tongues and fingers, the friends raised each other to fever pitch. Their cries of ecstasy filled the small cell and it was fortunate that the walls were thick and the door stout. Sated at last they wriggled round till they were face to face and exchanged a long and passionate kiss, neither caring that they were tasting their own juices. From that day on, they rarely went to sleep before they had brought each other to at least one climax.

When Sister Hannah was satisfied they had learned enough of the language to get by, they were summoned by Mother Superior. As before, the girls found her sexuality overwhelming and felt themselves becoming aroused as they stood in her office.

"Sister Hannah tells me you have at least a basic understanding of our language," she said. Sister Hannah did not translate. "Strip." They looked at her blankly. "Perhaps Sister Hannah was wrong. Did you not understand me? I said 'strip'."

Bemused, Audrey and Susan removed their habits and stood naked. Mother Superior looked at them carefully. Her expression gave nothing away but she was pleased. She could see the changes taking place and noted the crinkled nipples and damp pussies. She handed them the green robes of novices.

"I have decided to accept you into our order. From tomorrow you will join the other Novices in the morning. Sister Hannah will continue your language lessons for a time in the afternoons." She stopped as if waiting for something.

"Yes, Mother Superior. Thank you," Audrey said, eventually cottoning on.

"Thank you, Mother Superior," Susan echoed.

"And one other thing. Your old lives are dead. They are in the past. You would do well to remember this. From now on, you," she pointed at Audrey, "will be known as Dina and you," she indicated Susan, "as Esther." She nodded dismissal.

Back in their cell, they practically attacked each other and it was some time before either was coherent again.

"What d'you think we'll be doing?" Susan asked.

"Dunno. Probably learning prayers and stuff," Audrey said. She had had the benefit of a Catholic education.

"I wonder what it'll be like."

"Boring as hell, probably. Prayers normally are."

"Yes, but…"

"Give it a rest, Sue. I don't know any more than you and we'll find out soon enough. Give us a kiss and let's get some sleep."

-- 3 --

udrey was right: they did indeed learn prayers and stuff. But the prayers were like no prayers taught in any church they were familiar with. The Sisters called their god Zebul. It was his physical manifestation Audrey and Susan had encountered that fateful night. The Sisters called themselves the Brides of Zebul. Brides they might call themselves but, Audrey and Susan quickly realised with horror, Sex Slaves would be a more apt description. The sole function of the nuns was to sexually service Zebul and his rutting minions and avatars. Their lives were totally and utterly devoted to this single task. And devoted they were. No pop idol or film star had a group of fans who lusted after him as the Sisters did of Zebul. He filled their waking hours and, for all Audrey and Susan knew, their sleeping ones, too.

That day was the lowest point in their lives. They retired to their cell in despair. Audrey's guilt threatened to overwhelm her. The idea that, for the rest of their lives, they were to be slaves, slaves whose sole function was to act as receptacles for the debauched lusts of a corrupt and immoral demon, filled her with mind-numbing dread. She heartily wished Mother Superior had killed them that first day and contemplated killing herself. It was only the thought that this would leave Susan to face the ghastly future all alone that stayed her hand. She wished, as she had done on many previous occasions, that she had remained in the cell that fateful night. She wished she had never agreed to take the car trip. She wished she had never come to this God-forsaken country in the first place. She wished she had never been born. Susan did her best to comfort her friend but she had to bring Audrey to several orgasms before the distraught girl was calm enough to sleep.

For some time after, Audrey was like a sleepwalker or, more precisely, she behaved as if she was dead and was just waiting for her body to realise it. She went about her daily routine mechanically; learning the nun's so-called religion, absorbing the language, toiling in the fields and kitchen. But learn she did, despite her herself for the power of life is strong and, in that isolated place, the power of Zebul even stronger and he had no desire to lose one of his worshippers, however reluctantly she might have come to his service.

For Zebul did have power and dominion over that small corner of the land that contained the nunnery and its grounds. The relationship between him and his adoring servants was more complex than Audrey realised. He kept the ground fertile. Without his power this small oasis in an otherwise barren land would barely have supported one family never mind several dozen nuns. He gave them beauty. It was his power or, more precisely, his sperm that gave the nuns the bodies of porn stars and the faces of angels. Only by becoming the epitome of femaleness could his devotees achieve their true potential as his servants. To match his overwhelming masculinity they needed to be the ultimate in femininity. He gave them lust. Lust was the energy upon which he depended. Without them being constantly on heat, he would wither and die. And finally he gave them long life. Once they reached the age of puberty and tasted his sperm, time slowed and they would have seen the passing of many generations of those of the outside world, assuming they had had any interest in it. Even Mother Superior, herself in the prime of life, had lost count of the number of summers she had seen come and go.

None of this was actually explained to Audrey and Susan for the nuns had no canon; no Bible or Koran or Torah to give shape to their beliefs. They needed no such aids for they had a living god whose presence needed no interpretation, no leap of faith to accept. As children, evidence of their god was all around them. As novices, they learned the liturgy and the prayers and the peons of praise. They knew, without any shadow of doubt that their god existed and that they were born to serve him. The novices accepted it as fact and eagerly anticipated the day they would be fully initiated into the sisterhood and serve their god the way he deserved and they devoutly desired.

So Audrey and Susan learned with their fellow novices,

'Oh, great Zebul, your brides adore you,
We hunger for your mighty weapon and life-giving cum,
We live only for you to service,
We live only to serve you.
Do with us what you will,
Our bodies are yours,
All our orifices are yours to possess as you wish.

Our breasts are yours,
They are large and firm for your pleasure,
Like ripe fruit they await your mouth,
Squeeze our breasts,
Our bulging breasts,
Our aching breasts,
They ache for your touch,
Bite our nipples,
We offer them for you pleasure.

Oh, mighty Zebul, your brides revere you,
Our cunts are yours,
Fill us with your cum,
Do with us what you will,
Cram your mighty cock in our hungry cunts,
Our willing cunts,
Our open cunts,
Out hot cunts.

Without your powerful phallus we are incomplete,
We are less than worms in the sand.
Your seed makes us complete,
Fill us with your cum,
Your potent cum,
We give you our cunts,
Our eager cunts,
Our thirsty cunts,
Do with us what you will.

Oh, magnificent Zebul, we live only to serve you.
Without your glorious cock inside us we are nothing.
We are less than the dust in the wind.
Your seed makes us complete.'

As she dutifully chanted the words along with the others, Audrey's inner self rebelled at the idea that her existence had been reduced to worshipping a demon's cock. She had been raised as a Catholic but had rejected the hypocrisy of its teachings as soon as she reasonably could and, thereafter, maintained a healthy cynicism about any claims that had to be taken on faith, whether it be of eternal salvation or a get-rich-quick scheme. The young are impressionable, however, and, despite her rejection of the Catholic credo, deep in her unconscious lay the idea that God was an old man with white hair who lived in heaven and watched sparrows dying. That her reason for existence should be reduced to living only for the chance to be penetrated by the outsized prick of a demon was offensive to both her rational and subconscious minds and humiliating beyond belief. Yet her life depended on learning these obscene rites for she had a fair idea of what the initiation ceremony involved and, if she was right, Mother Superior had stated no more than the plain truth when she had said that, if she was not properly prepared, it would kill her. So she did her best to suppress her natural rebelliousness and cynicism and persuade herself that she genuinely believed the words she was saying.

As humiliating as the words she was learning was the method of instruction. Sister Moriah was as stern as she was beautiful. Her slightly hawkish features were leavened by flashing dark eyes and a mane of raven hair. Her breasts, from the points of which her blue habit hung in soft folds, rivalled those of Mother Superior and both Audrey and Susan found themselves dreaming guiltily of what it would be like to be naked in Sister Moriah's arms and suckle on these fabulous points.

For all her lust-inducing beauty, Sister Moriah was a martinet. The Novices learned or were punished; and punishment was swift, severe and embarrassing. Audrey and Susan were appalled when Jemima, a girl who appeared to be no more than fourteen or fifteen, answered a question incorrectly and was summoned to the front of the class. There, she was made to lift her habit and bend over, exposing her bare bottom to the class while Sister Moriah inflicted on it a number of blows with a thin, flexible cane. The girl returned to her seat with tears in her eyes and had some trouble sitting still for the remainder of the morning.

Audrey and Susan received special attention. They were newcomers, behind the others and on a limited time. Sister Moriah pushed them hard as Susan found out when she made a slight error on a simple catechism. Trembling like a leaf and with her face red with embarrassment, she took her place at the front. She didn't know which was worse, the idea that her genitals were exposed for all to see or the anticipation of the first blow. The cane whistled as it descended and she discovered that the reality was even worse than either of these as ribbons of pain lanced through her body. She tried to control her reaction but was unable to prevent herself half straightening. For that she received three extra blows. She was barely able to concentrate when she returned to her seat but knew she must at all costs for Sister Moriah made no allowances for stinging bottoms and hard wooden seats. Thereafter, rarely a day went by without one or other of them having to bare their bottoms and receive at least a couple of chastising strokes.

While prayers and invocations and chants were important, they were not the only way in which the Sisters paid homage to their god. They danced: not a quick-shuffle-and-a-hop sort of dance or a gospel-style swaying and stamping of feet. The dances the nuns performed would have made a veteran lap-dancer blush. Their purpose was to show that the dancer's body was a suitable receptacle for the God's seed. Each dancer's aim was to entice her god to choose her instead of the person next to her; to show that she was the most worthy receptacle for his semen. Not that they were free-for-all competitions. Each move, each posture, each gesture was stylised and ritualised and carefully choreographed. Audrey was reminded of a Bollywood movie she had once seen except, of course, that the censor would have heart failure if dances such as these should be captured on film.

Audrey and Susan found the dancing the extremely difficult. Before they could gain proficiency they had to first slough off the inhibitions imposed by their cultural background which regards the sexual exhibition of the body as taboo. And the dances were not designed so much to exhibit their bodies as blatantly flaunt them. They had years of inhibition to overcome. Their introduction was a demonstration by one of their fellow novices. She whirled and gyrated, thrusting out her cunt as she swivelled her hips, cupping her budding breasts, offering her anal opening. If she had done this in front of a group of men, they would all have cum in their pants without laying a finger on her. As it was, both Audrey and Susan ended up with stiff nipples, decidedly damp cunts and a desire to spirit the girl away and fuck her senseless. Learning to dance was not just difficult and humiliating but painful. They were required to dance in the nude and Sister Bethel possessed a long whip like a buggy whip which she applied liberally to any handy part of the dancer's anatomy in the correct belief that this would stimulate them greater efforts. Once they had learned the basic movements, Audrey and Susan discovered that the way to success was to stop thinking about what they were doing and let their bodies move almost instinctively.

The most bizarre part of their education, however, involved dildos. Every morning they were required to insert a smooth hollow cylinder with a slight taper into their cunts and keep it in place until nightfall. Initially the cylinders were small but still it was hard to keep them in place. The cylinders became wet and, being smooth, began to slip out. For the first few days, they were continually having to stop and lift their habits to push the slippery cylinders back home, much to the amusement of their fellow Novices. What made it worse was that the cylinders jiggled around as they moved and they both came more then once, making the business of keeping the cylinders in place even more difficult. The muscles of their inner thighs, buttocks and abdomen ached all the time.

But they persevered and they succeeded although they did not understand why the nuns regarded this bizarre exercise as so important. Once they could retain the basic size without effort, the cylinders were replaced. The replacement was slightly larger and slightly thicker than the previous one and the taper more pronounced. They practised with the larger size for three days then returned to a smaller one. This was an almost impossible task and they were nearly screaming with frustration the first time. The time spent with the larger cylinder had stretched their cunts so their internal muscles would not grip the smaller, smoother shape of the smaller one. With gritted teeth they persevered and succeeded. As time went by, the larger cylinders became still larger and she smaller one still smaller. The side benefit was that the muscles of their thighs, buttocks and abdomen became sleek and toned in a way no amount of exercise in the gym ever could have achieved.

As the days turned into weeks they slipped into the timeless routine of the nunnery. Memories of their former existence faded until it was as if it had happened to two other people in some other time. No longer were they Audrey and Susan but Dina and Esther, novices of the Brides of Zebul, studying to master the rituals of a religion as old as time and eagerly anticipating their Initiation when they would fully join the ranks of the Sisterhood. Well, perhaps not eagerly for, by now, they fully realised what the Initiation involved. They understood what Mother Superior had been referring to when she had said that they would either pass the Initiation or die. They threw themselves into their studies with renewed vigour for, although there are many ways to die, this was not the one they would choose if they could help it. They looked around at their fellow Novices and wondered if any of them really understood what they were facing. It came as a shock to realise that the girls not only knew but did not care. To them, they were serving their god and, if that involved their death, then they would make that sacrifice gladly. Indeed, to them it would not even be a sacrifice. They truly existed only to serve.

Being in close proximity to the other Novices and sharing their trials and tribulations at least brought them closer together. Audrey and Susan still shared their cell, although the door was no longer locked at night, while the other girls shared a dormitory. After one particularly strenuous day, when each of the six Novices had received the unwanted attentions of at least one of their instructors, Jemima asked Susan if she and Audrey would like to visit the others after supper.

"But…" Susan said, flustered. "Won't that be a problem? I mean, are we allowed?"

Jemima smiled slyly. "We know you two are different and come from the outside but you're part of us now." Susan nodded. "Then there's no problem."

Susan nodded again and accepted. This was the first overture of friendship the other Novices had made and she was keen to accept.

After supper the six made their way to the Novice's dormitory. The other four immediately stripped and Audrey and Susan felt obliged to do likewise. From a corner, Edana produced a flagon and three cups.

"We'll have to share, I'm afraid," she said.

"What is it?" Audrey asked.

"Wine."

"Wine?"

Nayamah winked. "Edana is very friendly with Sister Tamara."

Edana blushed. "She's very nice and… and she gives me wine from time to time."

"We know, dear, we're only teasing," Ammah said.

"And we are grateful for the wine," Jemima added.

It had been so long since Audrey and Susan had had alcohol that it went straight to their heads. The other Novices were also clearly unaccustomed to it and soon the six were giggling like schoolgirls.

"I hope you don't mind my saying this," Jemima said to Susan and Audrey, "but when you first arrived we thought you were ugly. But you've changed and now you're very pretty."

Susan and Audrey exchanged glances.

"Thank you, I think," Audrey said. "I think you're all very pretty too. In fact you're more than pretty, you are all very beautiful."

"We're not beautiful. Not yet," Nayamh said.

"We will be after our Initiation," Edana added.

Spontaneously, and as one, they chanted one of the many psalms of praise to Zebul. Even Audrey and Susan reacted without thinking.

"But that isn't for ages yet," Ammah said. "In the meantime…"

She pulled Edana into an embrace and kissed her. Jemima turned to Audrey and Nayamah to Susan and soon the room was filled with the sounds, smells and sights of four nubile girls and two more mature ones locked in Sapphic embrace. Lips pressed to lips, breasts pressed to breasts, bellies pressed to bellies, they writhed and moaned in growing arousal. Lips sought nipples: fingers sought twats: hands caressed breasts: mouths sucked clits. When the first pair had reached the peak of ecstasy with glad cries and arched backs, they turned to the other pairs and joined in. Soon more cries of joy filled the room and the groupings changed again… and again in a tangle of arms and legs and lips and breasts and bottoms until the room was heavy with the smell of sex, faces sticky with cum and bodies slick with sweat. Eventually they wound down, being sated at last, at least for the time being, and slumped where they lay, basking in the afterglow.

Finally, Jemima pulled herself loose from the sprawl of bodies.

"It is late," she said, "and tomorrow will be no better than today."

With groans and complaints the others clambered to their feet. Susan found her legs were decidedly shaky. Together they washed and put the room to rights.

"I wish you could stay but…" Jemima said to Audrey and Susan.

"I understand," Audrey said with a grin. "You only have four beds so we would have to share then two would be jealous."

Good-natured cat-calls and insults greeted this sally. Audrey and Susan kissed each of their fellows soundly and said goodnight.

"We must do this again. Often," Nayamah said.

"Definitely," Susan agreed.

Hand in hand the pair stole down the darkened corridors until they reached their cell where they tumbled into Audrey's cot, snuggled up and were instantly asleep.

---

That night marked a watershed in Audrey and Susan's progress in the Brides of Zebul. For a start the Novices became very definitely a group of six rather than a group of four and a group of two. The fact did not go unnoticed by their blue-robed instructors.

They were again summoned to see Mother Superior. She was not looking quite as stern as she had on their last visit. In fact she was actually smiling. As before, Audrey and Susan were overwhelmed by her presence but, now attuned to the ways of the nunnery, they spontaneously dropped to their knees before her.

She regarded them carefully for a minute before speaking.

"When I consented to allow you to join us I was filled with misgiving," she began. "Never before have girls, no, women from the outside as old as you been successfully integrated into our community. I am pleased to say that my concerns have proved to be unfounded, so far. You have done remarkably well. Your instructors give you excellent reports and you have been accepted by your fellow Novices. It is just possible that you might survive the Initiation."

"Thank you, Mother Superior," they chorused.

"But this is just the beginning. The hard work is yet to come. You will be commencing advanced training shortly. I will be informing the others shortly."

"Thank you, Mother Superior," they chorused again.

"Don't thank me. Thank Zebul. I am merely the instrument of His will."

"It is as Zebul wills."

"One final point. You will be joining us in the Grand Ritual in three days time." She smiled thinly. "You will be familiar with the Grand Ritual, no doubt." The pair hung their heads. "But that is in the past. Work hard and serve the mighty Zebul faithfully and all will be well."

"We live only to serve."

Dismissed, they did not return to classes as they had expected. Instead they collected their meagre belongings from their cell and were taken to a larger, more comfortable cell containing six beds.

"This is nice," Susan exclaimed.

"Perhaps," the Sister escorting them replied. "But you'll hardly notice it. If you think it's been hard up to now, just wait."

"This Initiation scares me," Audrey said when they were alone. "You do realise what it involves, don't you?"

"Yes," Sue sighed. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Zebul in my dreams as he was that first night and I shake with fright. Then I think of all the Sisters who've passed it, and Nayamah and Edna and the others and of all the exercises and stuff they're making us do and I think it'll be all right." She giggled and blushed. "In fact sometimes I quite look forward to it. The thought of that big cock makes me go all fluttery inside. I imagine it stretching me and stretching me as it enters me and… well, I get quite excited." She clutched Audrey's hand. "Look, stop worrying Aud. We'll be all right. It's as if this was meant to happen."

"Perhaps," Audrey said doubtfully. "But I still worry."

"Stop worrying. You've got to believe, truly believe, that everything's going to be fine. If you don't… If you don't have faith…"

Audrey was saved from having to reply by the entrance of their friends.

"They've put us all together at last. Hooray," Jemima said.

"And in a nicer dormitory, too," Ammah remarked.

"Now we can have some real fun and you won't have to go sneaking away in the middle the night," Nayamah said.

"And a Grand Ritual, too," Edana said. "You did rather spoil the last one, you know."

"Hush," Ammah said. "That's all in the past. And, besides, it brought Dina and Esther to us. Somehow I feel Zebul himself had a hand in it."

"Whatever," Jemima said carelessly. "We're together and that's all that matters. Now, seeing as we've got a couple of hours off, how about we christen our new quarters." She pulled off her habit and posed naked.

"Any excuse," laughed Edana. "Get her, girls."

The other five pounced on her, threw her on the bed and proceeded to tickle her unmercifully until, mysteriously, habits disappeared and the tickles turned to caresses and Jemima got her wish.

-- 4 --

n the day of the Grand Ritual, there was a buzz of anticipation running through the nunnery. The Sisters went about their tasks with an extra spring in their steps and a strange gleam in their eyes. Voices were light and brittle. Even Sister Moriah was lenient, confining herself to sarcastic remarks rather than her cane. Late in the afternoon, the novices joined the others in an area Audrey and Susan had not seen before. It was a large, communal shower. They were given soap and unguents and instructed to wash themselves thoroughly, including their hair. There was none of the horseplay and good-natured banter that might have been expected. The nuns stepped under the showers and lathered themselves with a solemnity that might have been comical if everyone had not been taking it so seriously. A group of grey-gowned nuns stood off to one side, chanting prayers. In a flash of inspiration, Audrey realised that they were not merely washing, they were purifying their bodies for their god.

As they stepped from the shower, they were handed large, soft towels with which to dry themselves. These were handed over and returned with a benediction. Once dry, their hair was attended to. For this task they all assisted each other. Being novices, Audrey and Susan were not required to help. They sat and luxuriated as a Sister ran a fine-tooth comb through their hair until it gleamed. All around them soft voices murmured in prayer in which they joined. There was a palpable air of excitement among the nuns, now, and it was growing stronger as time went on.

They did not don their habits after showering but walked naked to the refectory. The scene came as almost a physical shock to Audrey and Susan. Knowing the nuns were beautiful was one thing but to see them congregated together in all their naked splendour was breathtaking. Waves of sexual tension radiated from the assembly. They stood by the tables while Mother Superior and Sister Moriah led prayers and singing. Audrey and Susan prayed and sang with the best of them. They were part of the community of spirit which bound these women together. Tonight they were going to meet their God and, as one, they voiced their gratitude for the blessings he bestowed upon them.

The meal was light and contained no meat. After they had eaten, the grey-clad Sisters passed among them, pouring what looked like wine into large goblets. They stood while Mother Superior blessed the wine and the occasion and prayed that they would prove worthy of Might Zebul in the ceremony to come. The company raised their goblets and drained the wine. It was like nothing Audrey and Susan had ever tasted before. It had a grape base, certainly, but had strange undertones of bitterness and pungency. As she downed the last drops, Susan felt a sudden dizziness. It passed quickly but, as Mother Superior led them from the refectory to the temple, she felt almost as if she was floating. Her skin felt every little draft and breeze, every change of heat and cold. She was aware of her thighs brushing together as she walked, of the hardness of the stone flags beneath her feet, of the air gusting through her nose as she breathed. A glance at her friends suggested they were feeling much the same.

The nuns filed into the empty space of the nave. The main area was lit by hundreds of candles in huge chandeliers that were suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains. Incense burned in large braziers, filling the air with heady and exotic fumes. The chandeliers gave a warm and flickering light to the main hall but left the area under the pillar-supported balconies that ran along either side in deep shadow. Audrey and Susan barely glanced up to the place where their lives had changed for their lives had changed and tonight they were part of the ritual they had interrupted so long ago. Their focus, as it was for all the assembled nuns, was the dais which dominated one end of the great hall with its two thrones draped in dark red velvet. The thrones were lit from behind by an eerie orangey-red glow.

With Mother Superior at the front and the Senior Sisters and Novices on either side and slightly behind her and the rest of the Sisters in ranks behind them, they began to dance. As they danced, they chanted. They sung the praises of their benefactor: they begged him to honour them with his presence; they assured him that they were ready for him; their bodies were clean, their minds were pure, their nipples were hard and their cunts were wet. They begged him to come to them. They pleaded for him to plough them with his mighty cock. They implored him to empty his seed into their unworthy bodies. For an hour they danced and chanted until the sexual tension in the hall was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Without a sound Zebul appeared at the back of the dais. He strode forward and stood in his magnificent nakedness at the front of the dais, his feet planted firmly apart, his arms folded across his chest and his majestic cock jutting from his groin like a curved tree-trunk. He said not a word but his presence filled the hall. Waves of masculine lust radiated from him mingling with the feminine lust of the nuns so that faces became flushed, nipples stood painfully stiff and juices tricked from already damp cunts. With a collective sigh, the nuns fell to their knees.

The god Zebul stood and looked over his adoring worshippers. He was pleased. They were prepared and receptive. Tonight he would honour their prayers. Turning abruptly he strode to his throne and sprawled on it, his huge phallus jutting obscenely from between his thighs. The nuns stood. Mother Superior stepped forward. She climbed the steps to the dais and undulated and swayed towards her living god. The invitation in her movements was unmistakable. She was wet. She was horny. She was willing. She wanted to fuck. Zebul's cock twitched. Her invitation was accepted.

Not a nun so much as blinked as she stood before him for a moment, eyes downcast in false modesty, then stepped up and swung one long, shapely leg over his mighty-thewed thighs and lowered herself towards the upstanding cock. The Novices, having a ringside seat, watched in horrified fascination as the supernaturally beautiful woman eased the lips of her cunt over the huge purple-brown glans. The thing was monstrous, wider than their wrists. Surely even Mother Superior would never be able to take a thing that size in her cunt. Slowly she lowered herself. Her cunt stretched and stretched, the labia expanding as she absorbed the monster cock inch by inch.

The novices exchanged worried glances. Up till now the idea of being taken by Zebul had been as a dream; something that would happen at some indeterminate time in the future. Yes, they had seen his cock before but the Sister who he was penetrating had always been on the altar and Zebul had had his back to them. This was the first time they had actually watched him penetrate a Sister's cunt and the realisation that, very soon, they would be required to spread their legs and accept that grotesque weapon in their quims was sobering to say the least. Sobering it might be but, at the same time, they had to confess it was immensely exciting.

Inch by agonising inch, Zebul's cock disappeared inside Mother Superior's cunt which stretched and expanded until they were sure it must split asunder. Her thighs visibly trembled with the strain of maintaining her half-squatting position and on her face was an expression of both agony and ecstasy. From all around the hall came sighs and small moans as Sister's came spontaneously.

Time stood still. The globes of Mother Superior's breathtaking bottom descended slowly but inexorably. Her cheeks touched the rock-hard thighs and she paused. It was done: she had taken his complete length. She was breathing heavily, her fabulous breasts with the nipples as thick as thumbs rising and falling dramatically. Her face and shoulders were flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded with lust and need.

The congregation began to chant. Softly, little more than a murmur at first, their voices rose and fell as Mother Superior tensed her thighs and slowly raised herself up off the giant cock. As she rose, the gnarled and ridged shaft came into view, glistening with her juices. She stopped, paused for an instant, then descended again, impaling herself once more on the god-cock. She repeated the motions, rising and descending, rising and descending, again and again and again, each time rising just a little bit faster and each time descending just a little bit more firmly until she was sliding on and off the pole in long smooth strokes, her bottom smacking noticeably against the solid thighs. As her motions became faster and wilder, the nuns chanted louder. Without missing a beat, she cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted and offered them to her god and lover. He stooped slightly and fastened his mouth around one distended nipple. Mother Superior's scream of ecstasy cut through the chanting and echoed round the hall. With Zebul's mouth firmly clamped around her breast, her motions became more frenetic. The cock may be stretching her to breaking point; it may be too long, too fat, too hard: she no longer cared. Her god was inside her; filling her so full she felt her internal organs had withered to leave an empty space which was now filled with his cock. She needed it; needed its hard length, its knotted girth: needed to feel it moving inside her. Without it she was nothing: with it she was complete. She needed his cock and she needed his seed. Her mind was blank except for one thought: to make him cum; to make him fill her with his holy, life-giving seed. Her skin, from head toe, was flushed. Beads of sweat stood out on it, visible even in the warm light of the candelabra. Her juice dribbled from where their bodies were joined and trickled down his balls.

Around the hall the chanting want on growing in volume, swelling and rising until it became a roar that made the rafters ring. Suddenly, Zebul wrapped his arms round Mother Superior and stood. She curled legs tightly round his waist and her arms round his neck. He stepped to the front of the dais and displayed his prize to the assembly. His mighty thighs worked as he pistoned his cock in and out of her throbbing receptive cunt. She raised her face and they kissed, their mouths mashing against each other in mindless passion. Suddenly Zebul threw his head back and let out a mighty roar of triumph. He thrust his pelvis up and out, ramming his cock cruelly into his lover's cunt. She screamed and writhed in his grip, caught in the throes of holy ecstasy, as a volcano erupted inside her. Again and again, Zebul's hips twitched as he pumped more and more cum into her welcoming body. Eventually, the twitching slowed then ceased. Mother Superior clung to her god, shaking and trembling in the aftermath of her religious experience.

With surprisingly gentle hands, Zebul lifted her from his cock and set her on the dais. His cock, still half hard, emerged from her cunt with a sticky slurping sound. A quantity of cum trickled down it before she managed to clamp her vagina shut. Zebul's seed was holy and infinitely precious and not a drop must be wasted. As she touched the floor, Mother Superior fell to her knees and placed a small kiss on the tip of Zebul's cock. Then she sat back on her heels and looked up at his face. From their vantage point, the Novices could see that her belly was distended with the volume of cum Zebul had deposited in her. She was trembling with the strain of keeping her cunt tight shut and the precious fluid inside. Try as she might, a small amount escaped and trickled down her thigh. A small sigh emerged from the mouths of the congregation. Zebul was pleased. He would bless them well tonight.

"Your humble servant, Leah, thanks you, gracious Zebul, for the gift you have bestowed upon her tonight. She lives only to serve your pleasure. Should you have found her efforts acceptable, she begs and beseeches you to share the blessing of your potent seed with those of us assembled here, who also live only to serve you," she said. Her voice, though trembling with strain and passion, carried clearly over the now-silent congregation.

Zebul's expression was not unkindly as he gazed down at the extraordinarily beautiful woman on her knees before him. He stepped back and sat on his throne. Taking that as assent, Mother Superior clambered to her feet and made her way on unsteady legs, to her own thrown. That was the signal for the Novices. With Audrey and Susan in the lead, they climbed the steps to the dais and approached their living god. They had been very carefully coached in how to do this. They had to keep their shoulders back so their breasts were properly displayed. At the same time they had to thrust their hips forward so the god could see them, and they had to keep their eyes downcast. When they were about three feet away they were to stop and form a line in front of him. They were to stand quite still for a slow count of twenty then turn and kow-tow making sure their faces were pressed to the floor and their bottoms raised high in the air. Zebul would inspect them and, if he found them acceptable, he would indicate it. Two of them would then clean his cock and balls with their mouths while the others would climb on the arms of his throne and try to please and arouse him.

The other four had done this before so knew what was expected but, other than that first night when they hadn't really been paying attention, this was the closest Audrey and Susan had come to their god. Susan's heart was singing as she swayed across the dais. The closer she came to him, the more she was aware of his masculine presence. She dearly wanted to look up and gaze upon the face of her holy lover: he to whom she happily dedicated herself. She was not worried. She really did only live to serve him and, in her heart of hearts, knew that he knew that. Audrey, on the other hand, was trembling with fear. Her fear was not about facing a mighty powerful demon: her fear was that she might, in some unwitting and unspecified way, fail. She had been set a task for which she knew she was unworthy and her heart quailed in the knowledge that he might find her wanting.

Precisely as drum majorettes, the six Novices halted, paused, turned and fell to their knees. As one, their heads went down and their bottoms up as they presented themselves to their god for his approval. All of them were dripping and, indeed, Jemima and Nyanah had already cum. The smell of aroused women that arose from their exposed cunts was heady in the extreme and would have awakened Lazarus. Zebul was certainly interested for he sat up straighter on his throne and stretched out a massive foot.

The novices had not been told what sort of signal he would give and, as they couldn't see him, they stayed with their heads on the floor for what seemed like an interminable time. Suddenly Susan made a sound like a muffled squeak and twitched. Something large and hard was prodding between her thighs and wiggling at her cunt. It took her a moment to realise it was one of Zebul's toes. She tensed herself as the toe poked and prodded for awhile. The realisation that he had actually touched her, hit her like a ton of bricks. She began to tremble with lust and excitement. If only she could move. If he would just move his toe to there… and move it like so… The pressure disappeared and she gave a small sigh of disappointment. For a moment there she had been on the brink of cumming.

Another thought struck her. He had touched her so he must think she was acceptable to him. Joyfully she climbed to her knees, she had been told not to stand, and looked up at her lord and master for the first time. He gazed down at her benignly. How could she have thought him ugly? He was beautiful. He was more than beautiful: he was a god. His olive skin gleamed warmly in the light of the hundred candles, the rippling muscles sending iridescent highlights chasing over the surface. His powerful head with those deep-set eyes that seemed so wise, so all-knowing: they could see into her heart and see her adoration. And his cock, still half hard and curved like an ancient tree before the wind and glistening stickily with his and Mother Superior's cum, drew her eyes like a magnet. She knew that she and Audrey had been chosen to attend to his cock and for that she sent a prayer of thanks for she didn't know how she could have resisted if not. She shuffled forwards on her knees, aware of Audrey shuffling beside her.

Between his spread knees they crawled and bent their heads to their allotted task. The odour hit them like a physical force and Susan felt herself cum: not a earth-shattering mind-blowing cum but a tensing of her abdomen and a ripple of pleasure. Her cunt began to leak, sending a sticky trickle down the inside of one thigh. She hoped he knew she had cum: she was sure he did. She had cum for him.

Audrey and Susan had been very carefully coached about what they must do. They must use only their lips and tongues; no hands. They were to clean his balls first, making sure they were completely clean, before they attended to his cock. Once that was clean, they were to arouse him back to full hardness. They bent to their task with a will. His skin was hot and, despite its oily sheen, dry. His scrotum was wrinkled, the balls inside shrunken. They had to lick the loose skin carefully to lap up all the juices. They knew what his cum tasted like having been forced to swallow it once before. Although it tasted the same, this time they welcomed its viscous acridity. In fact, Mother Superior had been very careful and most of the liquid was hers. Her taste was sweet and musky and tempered the harshness of his. As they bent and twisted their heads this way and that to make sure they cleaned every nook and cranny, they could feel his balls begin to swell and his scrotum tighten.

Having cleaned his balls, they turned their attention to his shaft. Even only half erect, it was formidable. They could see the veins beneath the skin pulsing in a sort of double beat as the blood pumped through them. It was much darker than the rest of his skin and mottled. Somehow that made it even more attractive. Audrey and Susan worked assiduously, polishing the mighty shaft with lips and tongues. Sometimes their mouths would meet and they would share a fleeting kiss before continuing. Although they hadn't discussed it beforehand, they seemed to know instinctively what to do. Up the swelling shaft they went, worshipping the huge phallus with lips and tongues. Above them, Zebul sprawled, the other Novices plastered to him, rubbing their nubile bodies over his, kissing his hot, dry skin. His hands cupped Jemima's and Edina's buttocks, squeezing them almost painfully. The girls almost came at his touch and, when a horny finger slipped lower and embedded itself into their cunts, they almost fainted in ecstasy.

Audrey and Susan had finally reached the huge dark-purple mushroom that crowned the monstrous cock. This they treated even more reverentially than the shaft. It seemed to be hotter and slightly spongy with a natural moistness. They licked assiduously round its girth and over its pointed tip. It was also most sensitive part for the cock, half-hard at the start, rapidly swelled and stiffened. The girls were ecstatic at their success and increased their efforts, licking, sucking and kissing as if their lives depended on it. A drop of fluid eased from the meatus. They fought for it, their tongues duelling as each tried to gather more than the other. A second drop was disputed equally eagerly. Audrey, her fears and worries having been replaced by excitement, lifted her head and poised her mouth right over the very tip. Slowly and carefully, she stuck out her tongue and began to work the tip into the meatus. Zebul gave a growl of pleasure and the cock twitched. Emboldened, she placed her lips over the tip of the glans and used her tongue to lick up and down and round and round. Above her Jemima and Edina squealed as Zebul's fingers began to fuck them more forcibly. They wriggled and squirmed in bliss, their juices trickling down his hand. Nayamah and Ammah, sensing that it would not be long before Zebul blessed them, doubled their efforts, pressing their tight bodies to him and kissing his skin ardently.

Audrey's mouth began to tire. Reluctantly she removed it from the purple tip, now shiny with her spittle. Susan's mouth replaced hers instantly, keeping up the insistent pressure and lapping the demon's pre-cum eagerly. Audrey trailed her mouth down the massive shaft and attended to his balls. They had swelled enormously. The loose skin of his scrotum was tightly stretched and she could feel the huge testes moving about inside. This combined assault was too much for Zebul. He began to twitch and grunt. The girls became instantly alert. Normally they would simply be required to get him hard and prepared for the Sister on the altar but tonight they were to receive his cum themselves. They had to be ready for the first spurt. Not a drop of the precious, life-giving fluid must be wasted.

Zebul began to twitch and a low rumble emerged from his throat. Jemima, Edina, Nayamah and Ammah slipped from his grasp and knelt by his knees. Audrey and Susan maintained their positions. The timing was critical. If they stopped too early, either there would not be enough or, the thought was unthinkable, he might not cum at all. If they were too late, the magical seed would be wasted for there would be too much for any one of them to keep in her mouth without spilling some.

Without warning, Zebul sat upright and curled a massive hand round the base of his cock. Audrey and Susan, slipped to the floor and the six novices squeezed together, their faces as close as possible, and opened their mouths. The cock dipped until it was pointing at Susan's upturned face. A jerk of the wrist and a jet of cum arched into her eager mouth. Greedily, she swallowed. The hot, acrid, viscous fluid slid down her throat and an expression of utter bliss appeared on her face. She was barely aware that, as she had swallowed, she had cum and her juice was dripping from her cunt. As she was caught up in her experience, the cock had moved. Another jerk and Audrey received her benediction. Another move, another jerk and I was Jemima's turn. Six twitches, six jerks and six blissful novices. With a grunt, Zebul slumped back on his throne, a final trickle of cum clinging to the purple tip of his semi-hard cock. The novices slipped to the floor oblivious to the world around them.

---

While the Novices were attending to Zebul, the six Senior Sisters were taking care of Mother Superior. They helped her stand on trembling legs, led her gently to her throne. They placed soft cushions on the seat and carefully eased her down so her bottom was just on the edge of the seat with her legs splayed out in front of her. She sank into the soft embrace of the cushions with a sigh.

Assured that Mother Superior was comfortable, the most senior, Sister Moriah, dropped to her knees and crawled between her superior's spread knees. The others knelt closely around her. They paused while Sister Moriah led them in a quick prayer of thanks for the bounteousness of the mighty Zebul then Sister Moriah lowered her head and ran her tongue firmly and decisively up the length of Mother Superior's abused, red slit. Despite the severe rogering she had just received, Mother Superior was very sensitive. As Sister Moriah's agile tongue wiggled its way between her labia she moaned and tensed. She knew how good Sister Moriah was, having experienced her expert attentions many times over the years. Instinctively she tried to keep herself closed tight for Zebul had blessed her with an immense load of cum and she knew that, if she let go, it would all come flooding out. But Sister Moriah was not to be denied. She knew just how to take Mother Superior to the point of no return and beyond. She plied her expert tongue diligently to the swollen lips, savouring the taste of Mother Superior's essence and the fainter taste of he god's semen. Mother Superior could feel herself relaxing. The need to feel Sister Moriah's tongue on her clit was warring with the need to preserve Zebul's cum. In the end her body betrayed her. She threw back her head and cried out her ecstasy as she arched her bottom off the seat and came. Instantly Sister Moriah's mouth was at her cunt, sucking out a large wad of Zebul's cum. She drew back and Sister Bethel's mouth replaced Sister Moriah's. Without a drop being spilt, each of the six senior sisters drank deeply from the well of Mother Superior's cunt. While they did so, Mother Superior's back was arched, her fingers digging deeply into the flawless skin and elastic flesh of her breasts and her entire body convulsing as she screamed in the throes of one continuous orgasm.

On main floor, the Sisters were dancing and chanting and writhing with unashamed lewdness. Tonight the obsidian altar was bare, no willing Sister writhed erotically on its deep black surface in eager anticipation of the moment her God would come and claim her. Tonight there was to be a Great Sharing.

On the dais, Zebul emptied the last spurt of cum into the Novices gaping mouths and stood. A great wail of anticipation rose from the waiting Sisters. Their movements became even more frenetic. It was to be now! Now their God would descend and pass among them. They would show him they were vessels worthy of receiving his blessing.

Slowly he stepped down from the dais and moved among them. Already his great cock was beginning to rise again, for the lust rising from their loins was almost a physical presence. The Sisters clustered round, their faces blank, their jaws slack, their eyes glazed with need. They displayed their bodies to him, offering themselves for his pleasure. They rubbed his body with their breasts, their bellies and their cunts. His legs were slick with their juices. Some fell to their knees to kiss or lick his cock. Zebul was pleased at their efforts. A contented rumbling came from him as he perambulated, giving each nun a chance to catch his attention. His cock rose slowly and majestically. This sent the Sisters into paroxysms. His huge, horny hands reached out to grip a breast, tweak nipple, finger a cunt. Each nun he touched, came, intensifying the fog of concupiscence that filled the hall.

He stopped near the centre. Without any apparent signal, three nuns dropped to their knees before him and started to lick and suck his cock. Their actions had no subtlety or finesse. Their sole aim was to get him as hard as they could and make him cum, and cum hard. Upon their efforts rested the success of the Sharing for, if they did well, there would be enough cum for all to share. Zebul's rumbling became louder. His cock, already hard, seemed to lengthen and thicken beyond its usual grotesque size until it resembled a fifth limb jutting up into the air. The Sisters gyrated frantically. Many had two, three or even four fingers in their twats making themselves cum again and again for they knew that their God liked his servants to cum. He thrived on their sexual energy. His cock grew even larger and stood at a forty five degree angle. He started to tremble and the veins in his cock began to pulse. Anticipation filled the air. He would cum soon. The three Sisters on their knees redoubled their efforts, trying to stuff his cock into their mouths, a task they could not accomplish without dislocating their jaws.

The rumbling became a roar. The nuns immediately stopped dancing and crowded round on their knees, their beautiful faces raised, their mouths open like a strange nest of fledglings waiting to be fed. Zebul reached down took hold of his cock. Even in his meaty paw, it seemed large, almost as if it wasn't part of him at all. He pointed it into the air and jerked his hips. The first jet of cum arched up and out over the assembly in a sticky trajectory. In the flickering light of the candles it glowed with an eerie opalescence. The nuns shuffled hastily to intercept it. As if in slow motion, the stream of cum reached its peak and started to fall. Eager mouths sucked it from the air. Zebul did not wait to see this. He was cumming and his cum would not be denied. He swivelled slightly and shot another jet into the air, turned again and spurted again and again and again until he had completed a full circle.

The thick, ropy cum descended lazily and, amazingly, none of it landed on the floor. Every single drop was captured by a nun, either in her mouth or on her face or breasts. Those that did not receive a direct hit were using their mouths to acquire some from a nun who did. And those who did shared eagerly for they knew that each and every one of their lives depended on the boon of Zebul's seed and, although they were the blessed ones who received it directly this time, next time it might be different. The nuns licked each other's faces or breasts, or stuck their tongues into another's mouth to grab their share. Having acquired some, each turned to a neighbour and shared with her. In this way every nun shared with every other. None were neglected and none missed out. The air was filled with sighs of pleasure as the potent cum trickles down their throats.

Zebul watched with pleased amusement. He let out a braying laugh of pleasure and strode back to the dais, his shrinking cock flapping against his thighs. From out of the shadows scampered the grotesques Audrey and Susan had seen that first night. Then they had appeared bizarre and obscene, now they were manifestations of God himself, sent to bring the faithful congregation great pleasure as a reward for their devotion. With animal whoops and cries, they each grabbed a nun and threw her on her back or front according to their whim and rammed their outsize cocks into their victim's willing cunts and begin to fuck vigorously. The nuns squealed with pleasure to feel the big cocks penetrate them. Achieving release with a fellow Sister was satisfying but being filled with a hot, hard cock was something different altogether. The sounds of flesh smacking on flesh and the glad cries of women cumming and the whoops of the satyrs ejaculating filled the room. The satyrs seemed endlessly horny. They fucked furiously until they had cum inside a Sister then immediately discarded her and grabbed another, stuffing their knobbled cocks into their whatever orifice was most readily accessible.

Upon the dais the Novices, Mother Superior and her entourage watch the demonic orgy with sated indifference. Zebul's seed lay heavy in their stomachs and they could feel it slowly seeping through the walls and into their bloodstream. Unlike the first time, Audrey and Susan welcomed the intrusion. They had swallowed the seed of their god and the mysterious process of change it initiated would make them yet more worthy servants of his will.

The orgy continued for some time until even the most insatiable Sister lay unmoving on the floor. Zebul stood, and the outlandish creatures faded back into the shadows. The nuns assisted each other to clamber to their feet. They stood on unsteady legs and faced the dais, many assisting a fellow Sister to remain upright. Their bodies were bathed in sweat, their hair limp and dishevelled, their eyes haggard, their breasts, bellies and botoms bruised where they had been mauled by their ravishers, their cunts red and swollen. White, sticky cum trickled down the insides of their thighs. Those on the dais rose, too, and, together, they raised their voices in a hymn of praise for their god-in-the-flesh. No revivalist meeting, no celebrants at mass, no evangelical choir prayed as fervently and as sincerely as did the Brides of Zebul. Their god had manifested himself in their presence. He had deemed them worthy and had blessed them bounteously with his seed. Zebul stood, his feet planted firmly apart, his arms folded across his chest and absorbed their love and adoration. He glowed with an inner light that grew in brightness until it was a blinding incandescence. When the light faded and they could see again, he had gone. The hymn of praise also faded and, slowly and carefully, the congregation wended its way back to the main building and to their welcoming cots.

-- 5 --

fter the Grand Sharing the Sisters bloomed. They went about their business with a spring in their step, their breasts bouncing and their hips swaying as they moved. Eyes sparkled, lips were fuller and redder, cheeks glowed. The Novices' bodies changed almost daily as Zebul's seed worked its mysterious magic. They metamorphosed from being attractive girls to stupendously beautiful women. The older sisters commented that these were the best set of Novices they had seen in a long time. Their breasts swelled on their chests without the slightest hint of sag. Their areolae expanded and their nipples grew to such an extent they were noticeable even covered by their habits. Their waists narrowed and their hips flared, making their large breasts seem even larger. Their arms and legs curved elegantly. Men would have fought, killed even, for the chance to spread their fabulous thighs. Their mons veneris became more pronounced and their labia fuller. They were perpetually horny.

Susan, in particular, bloomed ahead of the others. Her blonde hair took on the appearance of spun gold, hanging in soft ringlets over her shoulders. Hands twitched with a desire to caress it as she passed. Her breasts grew to the size and shape of small melons, the pink areolae a small hand's width across and the nipples even when not aroused, standing proudly like small thumbs. Nobody who saw them in their naked glory could resist suckling on them. They almost rivalled Sister Moriah's and shape and firmness. Sister Moriah herself believed, without a hint of jealously, that Susan's actually surpassed hers and were on the way to rivalling Mother Superior's. And if anyone should know it was Sister Moriah for she and Susan conducted many comparisons in the privacy of the former's cell.

It wasn't just Susan's physical beauty that so many were attracted to: she had gained an inner serenity and it showed in her every action. She attended her lessons with smiling concentration and accepted her punishments with equanimity. The other Novice, including Audrey, looked up to her almost in awe.

And punishments she certainly faced for advanced training was every bit as horrific as they might have anticipated. For a start, the blue-clad Sisters who were their instructors became even less tolerant, if that was possible. They assumed the Novices had reached a certain level of competence and even the slightest deviation from what they had been previously taught was punished severely. It was assumed they knew the basic prayers and chants and dances so now they had to learn the more complicated ones. And they were required to learn how and when these were to be used. Audrey and Susan had not realised, although they should have, that the Brides of Zebul were not just a simple cult but a very old religion, albeit a religion alien to their experience, and the Sisters took their religion very seriously indeed.

The worst were the exercises designed to improve the Novices' concentration. It was believed vital that a Sister could conduct her devotions under any circumstances, no matter how severe the distraction, and the senior Sisters went to amazing lengths to ensure that was the case.

The 'exercises' began tamely enough. In the middle of a recitation, the senior Sister would suddenly make a loud noise or, using a piece of polished metal, would flash sunlight in their eyes. Alternatively they would be required to stand on one leg or on their heads or take some other unusual and uncomfortable stance. When they became accustomed to this, physical tricks were tried. They would be tickled or pinched or slapped; not hard but enough to disrupt their concentration. Audrey and Susan fared slightly better then the others. In part this was because they were older and in part it was because they were more used to maintaining their concentrating against outside distraction in former lives.

The training became even more bizarre. They were made to bend over and recite while a Sister applied a wooden dildo to their cunts. They would be made to stand with their arms and legs spread wide while one Sister licked and sucked their breasts and another their cunts. Being perpetually horny, they found concentrating extremely difficult, especially as the Sisters were experts at bringing them to the brink and holding them there without ever letting them cum. Alternatively, they would be made to bring themselves to an orgasm with their fingers or a dildo while never missing a beat.

The distractions became more intense and more widespread. They would be flogged with a short-handled whip with many soft leather thongs. While dancing, a number of Sisters would stand to one side banging pots and pans and shouting loudly while Sister Bethel applied her whip liberally. In the most bizarre exercise of all, they were suspended upside down by their ankles with their feet wide apart and their heads between the spread thighs of a Sister. The aim was to make the Sister cum with their mouths while two other Sisters applied floggers to the most sensitive parts of their anatomy. They found these exercise arbitrarily cruel and humiliating and dreaded them. Each night, they would return to their room aching and exhausted and cry themselves to sleep cuddled in each other's arms for comfort.

The training of their cunts also became tougher. The cylinders became heavier, as if they were filled with lead. The Novices had to grip them fiercely to prevent them slipping and, even when they were secure, they were constantly aware of the weight in their cunts, ever ready to fall out should their concentration falter even for an instant. Knowing what awaited them at their Initiation, this was one assignment about which they had no complaints.

Despite the gruelling training they were undergoing, life was not all hardship and toil for the Novices. For a start they had each other. The shared trials brought them closer together than any other situation could. If one of them had had a particularly bad day or was feeling depressed, as they all did from time to time, the others would comfort her and pamper her with soft words and caresses until even the worst aches and pains would melt away. Although they each had their own bed, it was a rare night that all six were occupied. Surprisingly, there were few jealousies or tensions between them and no-one seemed to prefer one partner above the others. Perhaps it was because they were all different by nature and complimented each other but, more likely, they knew, without the need of words, that any bonds they formed between themselves paled into insignificance when compared with the bond they shared with their god.

Then, too, there were the blue-robed Sisters. In the classroom and instruction hall they were stern and severe taskmistresses. Outside, they were as susceptible to the youthful charms of the novices as any and used their positions of authority to spirit this girl or that off to their cells for a night of uninhibited passion. There the Novices learned the subtle skills of pleasing another. The Sisters, after all, had had generations to practice the art of lesbian love and delighted in tormenting the younger girls, of bringing them close to the edge and holding them there until their victims could take no more then, with kiss or a touch, raise them to such heights of ecstasy they would never have believed possible.

Another sign of the Novice's changing status was that they were allowed to take part in the Rituals. It came as a surprise to Audrey and Susan that the Sisters held services twice a day. Not every Sister took part in every service. They worked a rota system. The services took place in a small chapel, one wall of which was dominated by a life-size painting of Zebul with his rampant cock. The other walls depicted Sisters caught in the throes of ecstasy, either with other Sisters or miniature versions of the god himself or with one or more of his bizarre avatars. Whatever they were doing, the eyes of the Sisters were fixed firmly on Zebul himself. While the prayers and chants and dances varied, the overall format did not. The Sisters worked themselves into a frenzy for over an hour then collapsed into a orgiastic pile of naked, squirming bodies. None of them knew or cared whose breasts they were suckling or whose fingers were up their twats. They needed to cum, they needed to cum now and they needed to cum hard. Audrey was the first of the novices to be selected and she emerged from the chapel weak-kneed, sweaty and sticky. Her eyes were ablaze. All her initial doubts had been vanquished. She was Zebul's and would be his for evermore.

Once a week a larger ritual was held in the main temple involving all the Sisters and, now, the Novices. As with the daily rituals, these varied. Neither Audrey nor Susan could fathom the logic behind them other than, after a considerable time spent dancing and praying and chanting, some of Zebul's avatars would appear and fuck them royally.

In the first that they attended, they worshipped until they were in such a state that all it would take to make them explode would be a single touch on a breast or cunt. Without understanding why or how, the Sisters turned to face the heavy black altar and bent over, resting their hands on their knees. After an interminable wait, there were strange snuffling and growling noises and, from the shadows dog-like creatures appeared. Although they walked erect, they were covered in brown fur and had elongated jaws and mouths full of wicked-looking teeth. At first they seemed confused but when they caught sight of the Sisters lined up before them, they emitted excited yelps and bounded forward, their cock rising as they did. Each grabbed a Sister by the hips and rammed their stiffening cocks into the waiting cunts without ceremony. The Sisters screamed and came immediately. Audrey screamed and came with the best of them. She screamed again as she realised that the creature's cock had a ridge just behind the glans which swelled as soon as it was fully embedded in her cunt and caused indescribable sensations. Her internal muscles clamped down on the dog-being's cock. It howled and spewed a vast load of cum inside her making her cum again. She wailed in disappointment when it immediately withdrew but eagerly accepted its replacement, thrusting herself back at the rutting creature and glorying in the feel of furry, sinewy thighs slapping against her bottom . The creatures seemed tireless, fucking the nuns again and again until they lost count of the number times they'd been fucked never mind the number of times they had cum. Through the continuous oblivion of being fucked Audrey had the small satisfaction of realising that the hours of exercise had paid off for, despite the rivers of cum seeping from her cunt and flowing down her thighs, she was able to grip the last cock as firmly as the first.

Up on stage, Mother Superior sat on her throne, her legs splayed lewdly over the arms, her head thrown back and her teeth bared in ecstasy as largest of creatures with a cock at least a foot long fucked her vigorously, seemingly never to tire. In front of her, their faces pressed to the floor, their bottoms raised high in the air, the senior Sisters welcomed the attentions of six more of the creatures with cocks nearly as large.

The most significant ritual from Audrey's perspective was the one where, after they had worked themselves up to a frenzy, the Sisters lay in a line on their backs. With their knees spread wide and their feet planted firmly on the floor, they arched their bodies high and grip their ankles while a thin support was slid under the small of their backs. Lying there staring up in to the cavernous darkness of the vaulted nave where even the light from the hundred candles could not penetrate, Audrey had her epiphany. With her knees spread wide and her cunt lewdly displayed, she knew she should have been afraid. This was, after all, not her first Ritual and she knew that, very soon, Zebul's bizarre and bestial avatars would appear and use and abuse her like a fuck toy. She should have been scared out of her wits and seething in anger about being the helpless sex slave of a depraved and libidinous demon. But she was neither frightened not angry. She was on fire. Zebul was her god and her master. She would serve him in any manner or capacity he wanted. If he wanted her to suck his cock, she would do it gladly. If he wanted to ram his cudgel into her arse, she would accept it willingly. If he wanted her to eat his shit, she would swallow it whole and thank him for the opportunity to serve him.

The realisation spread through her body with the warm glow of a stiff drink. Forgotten was pain and discomfort of lying with her back unnaturally arched and the thin support digging cruelly into her flesh. Irrelevant was the indignity of displaying her cunt so wantonly. She was woman incarnate and her cunt was the vessel through which she expressed her femaleness; the receptacle into which her god and master deposited his proof that she was beautiful, she was desirable and she was his. With a beatific smile she arched her back still further, eagerly offering herself to whatever manifestation her god would appear to her in tonight. Her belly trembled and her muscles convulsed as she came and a small dribble of fluid trickled from her cunt down the cleft between her cheeks.

-- 6 --

ime passed. Mother Leah expressed satisfaction with their progress and introduced them to another of the Brides' Rituals. In a niche high in the side of the temple was a statue; a three-quarter size statue of Zebul with its cock upstanding carved out of the living rock and reached by means of a narrow stone staircase. For reasons that were never explained, the statue's cock was required to be kept warm and moist at all times, day and night, winter and summer. The method chosen to do this was simplicity itself - it must be enclosed in a Sister's cunt. So the Sisters took turns. For two hours they would impale themselves upon the stone phallus and slide up and down on it, chanting prayers to Zebul continuously.

Susan was the first to be selected. As it was her first time, Sister Moriah accompanied her to show her the ropes. With a wildly beating heart, Susan followed her mentor into the echoing hall. The gasping chants of the Sister currently following the ritual echoed eerily round the cavernous space. They approached the statue. The Sister fucking herself on the stone cock looked at them gratefully. I was Sister Adina, a tall, willowy woman with long, gleaming brown hair. Against her slender frame her breasts looked enormous they bounced up and down in time to her movements. She was clearly tired and her voice was hoarse as she chanted the prayers offering her cunt to the service of her god.

In a whisper, Sister Moriah instructed Susan to remove her habit and climb up along one side of the statue's thighs. As Sister Adina climbed off, she was to swing her leg over and lower herself upon the phallus. As soon as the stone tip entered her, she was to start praying and must cease neither movement nor prayer until she was relieved. Susan was praying already. She was praying that she would come through this ordeal unscathed. The thought of fucking herself on a large stone cock was giving her the willies. The knowledge that she was to do it alone in this creepy place was freaking her out. Sister Moraih asked if she was ready. Susan squared her shoulders and nodded. As soon as she was in place, Sister Adina lifted herself off the stone cock and stumbled down to floor level. Taking a deep breath, Susan swung her leg over the stone thighs. Gingerly, she lowered herself until the tip of the stone cock, was at the entrance of her cunt. She was so surprised to find it warm and slick that she almost forgot to start chanting. A noise from the ground reminded her and, as she slowly lowered herself onto the stone cock, she began to pray. Sister Moriah waited for several minutes to make sure she had the rhythm then, with a satisfied nod, led the exhausted Sister Adina away.

Susan was now alone in the huge vaulted hall with only the light of a couple of candles to keep her company. Her heart beat so loudly it almost drowned out her chanting. The hard warmth of the statue's cock felt very strange in her cunt. The candles flickered and flared alarmingly although there was no breeze. The stone of the statue's belly and thighs, worn smooth and warmed by the bottoms of generations of nuns, felt very strange against her skin.

At first she had to concentrate to shut out her fear and focus on sliding up and down and remembering the words she was to chant. After a while, the sensation of the stone cock in her cunt stopped feeling strange and she stopped worrying that she might slip and damage herself. Gradually, she forgot that she was perched high up in the dark of an eerie nave in an alien land. The rhythmic up and down motion of the warm stone pole in her cunt and the buzzing of her own voice as she chanted became strangely comforting. Her world contracted until these were the only two realities and she lost all sense of where she was. After a time she became aware that the phallus seemed softer and warmer, almost as if it was turning into a real cock, albeit a magnificently stiff one. She found herself responding. The little flutters started in her belly, her nipples grew stiff and hot, a flush spread slowly down her neck and across her shoulders and chest.

"Oh, god, Zebul, I'm cumming. Yes, lord, I'm yours. Make me cum, Lord. Take me with you wonderful hard cock. I'm cumming."

Her abdomen spasmed and her cunt clamped around the stone phallus. Her juices flowed to mingle with those of countless others before her who had also cum here and whose cum, over the years had permeated the statue's stone balls and thighs. Her orgasm was so powerful, it left her breathless and giddy. She wanted to stop, to rest for a while but knew she could not. She had to keep moving. She had to keep chanting. She mustn't stop, not even to recover from the force of her climax. She forced herself to concentrate. The world faded again. The stone cock filled her. She could feel every inch of its smooth hardness against the walls of her vagina. She could feel the texture of the stone belly and thighs as she raised and lowered herself on the cock over and over again. Even her heart seemed to be beating to the rhythm of her movements. Her thighs were beginning to tire but she barely noticed. Time stopped.

"You please me," a deep, resonant voice said in her head.

She gasped and opened her eyes. There was no-one in sight. One of the candles flickered and almost went out.

"There is belief in you. It is strong," the voice said again.

Oddly, she was not afraid. Although the voice was rough and alien, it sounded pleased. Without knowing why, he knew It was Zebul.

"Thank you, Lord," she managed to say without missing a beat.

"You will do well."

"Thank you, Lord. I exist only to serve you."

"I know," the voice sounded amused. "And serve me you will."

Inside her cunt, the stone cock grew hot and swelled and suddenly she was cumming again. Every muscle in her body convulsed and she screamed as wave after wave of ecstasy swept through her lifting her to heights of pleasure she would never have believed possible. Her hands clutched her breasts which felt as if they would burst like balloons, leaving deep red marks where her fingers had gripped them. Unable to move, she slumped, swaying on the statue's cock.

There was the sound of voices and running feet. A handful of nuns came into the hall.

"Fetch Mother Leah," one ordered. "Sister Rebekkah, prepare yourself to take her place. The rest of you, help her down."

Susan was dimly aware of hands lifting her off the stone cock and helping her down to the floor.

"Sorry," she managed to whisper. "Too strong. Couldn't keep up."

"Hush," said a comforting voice. "Mother Leah's coming."

"It's hot," a Sister said in a tone of awe. "The statue's phallus is hot."

Then Mother Leah was at her side. Even through the haze of her exhaustion she was aware of the woman's sexual presence. Leah's hand lifted her chin and Mother Suprerior looked into her eyes.

"Bring her to my cell," she said in a quiet voice.

"Is it…?" a voice asked.

"Yes. Say no more."

"Sorry. I'm sorry," Susan managed to whisper before blackness overtook her.

She awoke in a strange and comfortable bed. A fire crackled merrily in a grate, shedding warmth and a flickering yellow light. She must have stirred or murmured for, instantly, Mother Leah was by her side.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired. Strange," Susan whispered. Suddenly she clutched Mother Superior's arm. "I never completed my time. The ritual…"

"…has been taken care of. Do not fret. Are you able to sit up?"

"I think so."

She struggled to push herself upright and Mother Leah's arm was around her, helping her. She was acutely aware of the conical breasts pressing against her and the aura of sexuality the other woman emanated.

"What..?" Susan began.

"Hush. You must eat and drink. Then we can talk."

Leah produced a tray and Susan tucked in with a will. She settled back on the soft pillows with a sigh.

"That's better. This is a nice room."

"Rank has its privileges," Leah smiled. The older woman removed her habit, revealing the body that made Susan's heart beat faster and slipped into the bed beside the novice. Susan was suddenly aware that she, too, was naked.

"What..?" she began again.

Leah put a finger on her lips and smiled.

"Tell me what happened."

"I heard a voice in my head," Susan said in a tone of wonder. "Then I came. It was like nothing I'd felt before. It was so strong, so… so magical I thought I'd gone to heaven."

"You had a visitation."

"Visitation?"

"From our Lord. From Zebul."

"I thought it was him. He sounded odd… strange… not human."

"Well, he is a god. Tell me what he said."

"He said he was pleased with me and I would do well."

Mother Leah sighed. "You have been signally honoured. Lord Zebul speaks to very few and never, to my knowledge, to a Novice. You must be special indeed." She shook her head in wonder. "Still, what will be, will be. Until then…"

She looked at Susan from hot, hooded eyes then bent her head and licked Susan's nipple. Her tongue felt strange; longer than it should and it seemed to curl round the fat tip. Leah's hand circled Susan's breast and squeezed it to make the tip stand out. Her mouth clamped around Susan's nipple and she sucked and nibbled as if she was trying to draw milk. Despite her exhaustion, Susan found herself responding. She sighed deeply and shifted to offer her breast more fully for the other woman's attentions.

The mouth left her breast and she opened her eyes to find Mother Leah's face inches from hers. She looked into the deep, green eyes that seemed to glow with an inner fire and felt a surge of love and lust for the beautiful red-head. She felt her nipples crinkle and a warm dampness fill her cunt.

"You feel it, too," Leah breathed.

Susan did not reply. Instead she pulled Leah's head down and kissed her. Their lush lips pressed together; their tongues duelled, curling round each other. Leah began to thrust her tongue rhythmically in and out of Susan's mouth and Susan matched her thrusts. Their tongues slid past each other's; hot and wet and slippery. She was vaguely aware that Leah's tongue was at the back of her mouth, almost into her throat, and that hers was doing the same in Leah's mouth but she was too caught up in the moment to be concerned about it. All she knew was that it felt more than good, as did Leah's hand cupping her large, firm breast, tweaking and teasing her extended nipple with thumb and forefinger.

Now they were not so much kissing as fucking each other's mouths with their tongues. In Susan's mind she felt the tip of Leah's tongue slide into her throat as hers did in Leah's. She wanted to swallow Leah's tongue and feel its searching tip seek her very essence and, in turn wanted to seek Leah's essence in the same way. Their mouths were stretched as wide as they could go, their lips mashed together as they thrust and probed with a hunger Susan never knew she possessed. Finally, reluctantly, Leah drew away. Susan felt bereft. She opened her eyes and was astonished to see Leah's tongue, licking round her face. It didn't resemble tongues she was familiar with. It was over six inches long and round, tapering down to a point. It more resembled a pink snake or prehensile tail than a tongue. So Leah's tongue really had been down her throat. It had not been her imagination. Somehow she was neither surprised nor disturbed.

"Yes, Sister Esther, it is real. It is a gift from our Lord. He has bestowed the same gift on you for I felt your tongue in my throat as mine was in yours."

Alarmed, Susan stuck out her tongue. Its pink length flicked out. She moved it around and found that the image of a prehensile tail was quite accurate. She could manoeuvre it and bend it and twist it in ways she would have thought impossible. Leah smiled. Her own tongue flicked out and curled around Susan's.

"It is the mark of Zebul," Leah said, her voice a low hiss. "It is given only to those whom He has chosen to be his special servants."

"But…" Susan husked, her eyes wide. "Why me?"

"I don't know. He chooses who He wishes. It is not my place, nor yours, to question why. It is clear He has seen something in you…" She pulled back, her face thoughtful. "Never before have there been two so honoured and never has one been but a Novice. There has always been only one and that one is, by definition, the head of our order. It is customary…" she looked at Susan sharply, "…for it to be the signal that a new Mother Superior has been chosen." Her gaze became indrawn as if she was having an internal conversation. "No," she continued, returning her attention to Susan. "I am still in my prime and He has given no indication…" She drew a deep breath. "So, my dear, sweet Esther, we are faced with a unique situation. I am still Mother Superior and you are now my companion."

She bent her head and the lizard tongue curled around Susan's erect nipple. Susan gasped and pulled Leah's head down to her breast. Leah teased her for a while, delighting in the gasps of pleasure she was eliciting from the young blonde.

"Yes," she hissed. "You and I. Together. Soon you will be blessed like me." She sighed. "And I will be able to feel the power of the Chosen of Zebul. Oh, yes," she nodded at Susan's surprised look. "I have the power to raise a Sister to the heights of ecstasy, second only to Zebul, himself. But never have I, myself, tasted that sweet surrender. But now… with you… I shall experience that joyful release that I have been able to impose on others. And together… the two of us… what new peaks can we aspire to? And, in so doing, we shall feed the power of our beloved god. Who knows, perhaps out little domain will expand. We will grow bigger and stronger. There will be more faithful Sisters to worship Him and we will grow stronger still."

"But…" Susan protested feebly. "I'm only a Novice."

Leah chuckled. "A mere formality. He is not going to damage one of his Chosen. Come, little one, let me take you close to Heaven. Then, when He makes you finally His, you will know the ultimate bliss."

Her lizard tongue flicked over Susan's belly, sending hot thrills through the girl's body as she headed towards the eagerly spread thighs and open wet cleft of the newest recruit to the Brides of Zebul.

The End