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Chapter ?? of the St Cunatus saga

                Www.umballa.edu\med\cases\clit57.html
                  Mother Superior Alina on the Web

 An unfinished, out of sequence chapter.


"Well, well, well!"
For some time that quiet evening, the only sounds had been the intermittent
pops and cracks of the fire, and the soft tappity tapping of David's laptop
keyboard as he sifted the net via his satelite modem, intent on some private
quest. The others mostly dozed in the warm glow, or caught up on their
professional reading backlog. Life is full of contrasts, and even the
Cresters liked an occasional sex-free evening. After a tiring day.

David jumped up excitedly "Look at this! I wondered if there might be some
record. And Lo! What do I find in the medical records of the Umballa 
University? The very Thing! Look.. "
Curiousity aroused, they crowd to peer at the (definitely not small) screen.
A web page. A catalogue of clinical sexual developmental abnormalities, male
and female, by category. Alphabetically sorted by classification, with linked
case notes, and thumbnails of images. The index is scrolled to 'C', subcat:
Clitoromegally. Three cases are listed.

"Oh, this _is_ interesting. Did you wake me up for this?" "Why not just 
bookmark it and show us tomorrow?" " What's 'clitorothingy' anyway?" Not 
everyone is impressed.
"Ah, but do you recognise _this_?" David clicks one of the tiny thumbnails.
Typically, the screen blanks, and the status bar reveals that some huge image
file is 5%... 8%.... 10%.... loaded. "Oh YES! I recognise that. Its the
World Wide Wait. The several K bits per second of spacejunk bandwidth you
pay hundreds of bucks a month for. So?"

"Its _NOT_... Ahhh... Patience, unbelievers. You will like this."
Several long moments pass, with a deal of eyeball rolling. Just as someone
starts drumming their fingers on the table, the picture flashes up, complete.
Gasps. "Hey! Thats.. "  "Wow, yeah!" "Oh, my, where is.. " "Ohhhhh..."

There in glowing backlit appropriately twisted-crystal colour, is a closeup
of what is either Mother Alina's fully erect giant clit, or its twin from
another universe. Except... the pubic hair around it is far sparser, and the
whole affair looks much more... well 'adolescent'. Early teens even. In fact,
when they get around to reading the caption text, 'patient X' is said to have
been 14 at the time. Which was 1962, according to the article's date.
"Is it really? How can..."

David: "Well, I wondered if Alina had ever been 'discovered'. We doctors
tend to keep records of such things, you know. And publish them in our jolly
little trade magazines, in between the ads for pustule poppers and nasal
dilators. The really 'serious' articles then tend to get collected in
university libraries - and _sometimes_, just sometimes, a bored librarian
will do a bit of web publishing. Just for the medical profession, mind. None
of your prurient oggling allowed. Why, I had to solemly assure their web form
that I was an MD and over 18 as well, before being allowed in here.

Anyway. Apparently this quack got called in by the concerned parents of
Little Miss Patient X, and did quite a study on the case. He seems to have
been a real prude, and thoroughly disapproved of what he calls the girl's
'excessively libidinous inclinations' and her 'grossly exagerated genitalia.'
Nice fellow, eh? Notice that his distaste for the subject didn't prevent him
from shaving the girl's pubes, then oiling her up and giving her a very
extensive diddling, enough to bring her to a state of, and I quote 'heated
and semi-hysterical sexual excitement, in order to ascertain the maximal
projection and overall bulk of the deformity when fully engorged.' 
You like that? But it was OK, all very propper and in order, because
'Considerable care was taken to ensure that the young subject did at no time
suffer the mature climactic seizure, considered morally inappropriate and
physiologically harmful in the instance of this mere child.' Oh, and read
here - 'Propriety was satisfied, by the constant presence of the subject's
parents during all proceedures.'

All in the interests of science, of _course_. As was the 'lengthy interval
spent on a detailed evaluation of the girl's precocious sensitivities and
responses to genital and mamarian stimulii, over a wide range of excitement
states (he refers the reader to Appendix C) with particular attention to
controlled management of the higher levels of sexual tension.'
So he gets her frantic, then he stops, and applies a plaster cast to the
girl's twat. Which apparently did nothing to cool her 'unco-operative 
pelvic thrusting and struggling against the restraints'. Yeah, I'll bet.
So at 14, Alina comes _that_ close to coming, at the fingers of this old
medico geezer, with both her parents watching. He then keeps her in heat for
half an hour by fiddling with her nipples 'in order that the cast be a true
copy of the erect organ', then finds that the cast won't come off. Just like
she didn't, I guess. So it takes another couple of hours before her 'genitals
detumesce sufficiently to allow the cast to be pulled away without
re-inducing her cast-locking gross tumescence.'"

As he relates his readings so far, he clicks through the series of images
captured in the archive. This time there are no complaints about load speeds.
The old pics are captivating, despite their indifferent quality of scanning
and some scratches on the originals. They show Alina's cunt and clit from
several different angles and states of arousal. Later images in the series
show her post-shaving and oiling- the bright red turgid clit a striking 
contrast to the otherwise young-girlish hairless genitals. There is one from
a distance, showing the poor girl strapped naked on an examination table,
her crotch obscured by the white mound of a setting cast. A grim looking
elderly couple face the camera over her peaky breasts from the background.
For 'anonymity', small rectangles have been placed across everyone's eyes in
the picture. Still, enough of her face is clear to reveal an indisputible
though young Alina, her mouth grimacing open in a crisis of sensation, the
tips of her fresh-budding breasts crowned by pointing nipples already larger
than average for a grown woman.

"Thats as far as I've read. There's lots more though. I'm saving all this
stuff, of course. Should print it out. Pictures too; have you got any glossy
paper for your colour printer Tony?" 
As the printer is fetched and connected, he downloads the rest of the
'Patient-X Files', and they are read to general group interest. It seems her
examining practitioner fancied himself as a bit of a psychiatrist of the
sexually deranged. Naturally, his prognosis was dire, forecasting just about
every kind of pathological behavioural aberation for the unhappy girl.
A brief section discussed the option of surgical correction, but concluded
that to not be a practical option, due to probable veinous complications.
He finally advised that she may well at some time (should her already poor
self-control loosen), require commitment to an establishment with facilities
for the care of 'young women of socially unacceptable behaviour.' Her only
hope (he advised) lay in the observance of strict abstinence (enforced, as
likely) from all sexual activity.

Garth: "Well, what a genius. Not." 
Wendy: "Yeah. 'Don't touch it, you'll go mad!"
Eve: "That's one theory you've personally disproved. No wonder she's screwed
up. Wonder how her parents treated her after _that_?"
Tony: "I imagine something involving straps, no doubt. Do you suppose they
managed to ensure she _never_ came in her teens?"
Eve: "Maybe. They probably put the fear of god into her about it, anyway.
Wonder when she broke out? She certainly goes at it like a mink now."
Garth: "Dunno. Conditioning like that could have lasted years. Years and
years... Hey! You don't suppose...."
Wendy: "What?"
Garth: "Suppose she never broke out. Till just recently. That would explain
how come she's so ...um... experimental now."
Eve: "And why she's always has it in so kinkily for any of the girls she
catches at naughty stuff. Repressed desire, become sado-erotic."
David: "Oh my goodness, yes! And that story I fed her about repression-bad,
sex-essential for health. She seemed to find that a bit staggering, like...
it really meant something to her, personally. If _that_, and the thing with
Amber... could it have been _then_?"
June: "And remember, that first time we got the camera going in her rooms?
That stuff with the ice cubes and scissors on the sink. I couldn't believe
she was doing more than a kinky bush-trim. Maybe.. could she have been
cutting out her hymen then? That was the _start_ of her conversion? No...
surely?"

Sue: "Wow! Thats what it looked like, but I couldn't believe it either. Wish
the picture had finer detail. Must get zoom lenses, eh? Phew!
What determination."

Garth: "So, she's only _just_started_? All her life, she's been resisting
_that_ thing? Man, thats one strict upbringing."

Wendy: "And one hell of a backup of frustration and horniness. Just a week of
celibacy makes me feel like I'm going crazy!"

Tony: "Yeah, frustration that she is now working out pretty much on her own,
with us just watching on the screens and wanking. So much for our situation
control. Also, you notice that the phantom blackmailer doesn't seem to have
cooled her off at all, despite the predicaments that puts her in. And the
risk."

Garth: "True. If anything, it seems to fire her up more, like she really
digs being on a string. Dear Alina definately has a streak of masochism and
exhibitionism. Or something. Looking for an authority figure, perhaps?
David's 'medical authority supporting sexuality' act sure seems to have
been a hit with her."

David: "Hmmm.. yes. And if that episode with the quack sex-doctor in her
early teens was her first real exposure to high arousal... and if she had
nothing but sexual abstinence after that... however we don't know that."

Eve: "So why not find out? Perhaps we should take her in hand?"

Tony: "But can it be done without endangering the project? If Alina finds out
how 'unsuitable' we really are, and does something about it...  end of our
plans. At least, probably. Hard to tell what would actually happen here in
Namorba. Maybe some kid's parents would _like_ the idea of a bunch of
perverts running the school. Those waivers they all sign are pretty dammed
suggestive if you ask me."

Mike: "Not to mention those 'strict and rigorous full body discipline and
exercise' admissions. I'm about convinced the sisters have got this place
all wrong- maybe its _supposed_ to be some kind of kinky sex-ed school."

June: "Why do we have to reveal ourselves as sex fiends, just to have some
fun with her? After all, we've got the photos. Or 'the blackmailer' does.
Alina's the one with the weird sex problems, not innocent little us. Why,
a responsible person would have no choice but to deal with her severely, if
those pictures turned up."

Tony: "Ahhh... yes. Perhaps the blackmailer decides its time to turn her in.
To... why, us, of course. But why would they do that? Need a plausible reason
here, or she might twig. Ummm. Any ideas?"

June: "Of course! Thats easy. If the blackmailer is enjoying their power over
Alina, then they'd hate to lose her when the nuns do leave. Some way to keep 
her here would be the go. Err... _do_ we want to keep her here? She could be
a problem. But that aside, maybe the person passes the pics on to us, with
the threat that either she stays, or the pics will go to the newspapers. Thus
presumably damaging the school's viability. We, reluctantly comply, fully
aware of the risk that a person of Alina's bent presents to the school, but
to avoid bad publicity, best interests of the school, and so on."

David: "So, naturally, we have to keep very tight control of her activities.
With concessions to the whims of the mystery blackmailer. You realise that
this path means the blackmailer must be one or more of the students, not one
of the nuns?"

Tony: "Hmmmm... yes, that sounds plausible. More or less. And I prefer that
the blackmailer is a student. Much more potential for cool set-ups. As for
what _we_ do with her... thats just _got_ to be fun. Lets see... we're to
appear responsible but open-minded conservatives. A dash of kinkiness,
perhaps? Or the medical angle: we decide she's sick and prescribe a
'treatment' for her? Kind of ironic, considering how she's treaing Amber.
Oh- and naturally we have to take that duty over immediately, since Alina is
clearly unfit... 
*Or* maybe we have Alina keep it up, but supervised to prevent her 'taking
advantage' of the girl'. Exercise in self-control. And inducing more
extreme horniness."

David: "Not bad! And this stuff off the web- we can work that in too. Say
'after we received the pics, we did a search for similar cases. And look what
we found! So, Alina, see here where the man says you were likely to develop
severe sexual aberations? Well. We are forced to have you around, but that
may be just managable, given certain restrictions and undertakings, etc, etc."

Eve: "Alina would have to announce that she was leaving the order. Dedication
to the school, can't leave her precious students. Something like that."

Garth: "What about the rest of the nuns? The lezos, for instance? They'd be
fun to have around. Should we blackmail them, or induct them as partners?
I'm sure they'd be in it; they can barely stop licking their lips at the
girls."

Mike: "Equal? Are you kidding? Why? Just package them up with Alina, I'd say.
More grist to the mill. They'll make a fine example to the young dears one
day."

Tony: "With Alina, and the mystery student blackmailer- I imagine that one
day the pictures might find their way to the rest of the students. That would
be interesting for Alina, wouldn't it. Or suppose we received a demand to
place Alina 'at the disposal' of the whole school. We'd have to comply, but
reluctantly of course. No choice, eh!"

Eve: "Heh, there'd be the 'Alina's Predicament' suggestion box, and the
'Alina Biology Lab' classes. Fun for all ages."

Garth: "Getting a bit ahead of ourselves here, aren't we. Don't count your
giant clits till they're ...um... nailed down." He grins sheepishly as the
girls grimace.

Mike: "Taking about kinky sex-ed schools, I wonder if Alina's Doctor Sex-
psycho-babble was thinking of sending her someplace in particular? Does that
study mention it, I wonder? A very silly idea just occured to me."

David pulls round the laptop, which is still online: "I didn't notice... hmmm
there are some reference numbers here in the text, where he mentions such an
establishment, but the references are not linked... lets look back at the
index. Ahh.. 'references'. Ummm.. 23, 24, 25, here... Well, would you look
at that! Was this the silly idea you had?"

In the screen full of fine print, he has highlighted paragraph 25. It is a
brief reference to a 'StCunatus. School for difficult young women. Strict
attention given to moral correction and diverse special requirements, in an
isolated rural setting.' There is no contact address listed.

Tony: "What! She was nearly sent _here_, for 'special requirements', and that
was in 1962! So even then the school was known as a fucking sex-prison. Then
somehow, in the time it takes her to become a senior nun, the place forgets
it's own history, then she becomes the headmistress!? My God, you wouldn't
read about it. Surely she can't know this?"

Eve: "She can't! Even with that water jet thing, she doesn't seem to have any
idea that many, if not all, of the girls are _supposed_ to be being given a
hard time."

June: "You know... the other day in the library when I was glancing through
the school records, I noticed that the staff records don't seem to go back
past the mid-eighties. I didn't pay any attention then. Could that be related,
perhaps? What if for some reason there was a complete turnover of staff at
some point, and the new lot failed to understand the original purpose of the
place?"

Wendy: "Which, being nuns, they might well find difficult to comprehend. We
_shall_ be having an interesting chat with Alina, won't we? Tony, you said
you'd found that enrollments were declining these last years. This would
explain it - news is filtering out that mum's old school is not quite the
place it once was."

Garth: "The way you are painting this, it sounds like we'd do best to phone
up each girl's parents and tell them that the school is now back on the case,
their little dears will be rodgered vigorously from now on, and sorry about
the misunderstanding."

Tony: "I'm finding this as hard to believe as you. But it does seem as
though something like that might actually be a good idea. I suppose it all
depends on whether there really was a total changeover of staff. We must
ask Alina about that when we... so when do we have our little chat with her?
I'd say why wait, tomorrow morning sounds good."

The others all agree. Its then suggested that a look at whats happening
around the school on the hidden cameras would be a good way to round off the
evening. Which judging by the disrobing and fondling going on as the monitors
are set up, is not going to be one of those rare sex-free evenings after all.
Its already late though, and of all the rooms they've managed to wire so far,
only a few show other than infra-red illuminated sleeping forms. Both Amber's
room, and Alina's suite are dark, as are all the girl's dorms. In Sister
Sarena's room, they find the young sister sleeping fitfull, naked with the
bed covers thrown back. She tosses and turns, apparently fast asleep, yet
the sounds of her breathing are loud and halting, as though in a troubling
dream. Her lovely young figure, full breasted and wide hipped, is clear in
the grey image from a camera in a vent just above her bed. She has a small
night light on her bedside table, and together with the infrared illumination
from the camera above, her curves are highlighted beautifully.
Still she does not appear to be about to do anything particularly interesting,
and amid speculation about the pornographic or otherwise nature of her dream,
they switch onwards.

Just as they are about to give the scan up as fruitless, they spot something
in Sister Valoria's dormitory. It is dark like the others, yet the low-light
camera shows a figure standing motionless in the part-open doorway to the
girl's dorm. In the far reaches of the IR illuminator, it is not easy to
say who it may be, although it does appear to wear a sister's habit. The
figure stands, motionless, apparently observing the room. In turn, the 
Cresters closely observe, wondering. Then one notices a movement on a bed,
and once noticed and examined, it seems that a girl is not asleep. Far from
asleep, if the small but regular movements of shaddowed blanket are what they
seem. The camera's sensitive microphone picks up not a sound, yet the girl
is clearly masturbating. She seems to lie on her back, legs apart but 
sometimes scissoring slowly, at least one hand busy between her legs. Hips
thrusting upwards slowly now and then, the hand-mound working faster at her
crotch then. Another arm and hand now seen to slide up and down her stiffened
thigh, a sliding ridge beneath the cover. Then working upwards stealthily to
a mounded breast, to knead and clench. A shadowed head tossing slowly, and
arching back. Now a higher thrust of the hips, and a momentary pause of the
busy hand. A faint sound caught by the microphone: a feminine 'uh..' almost
passing for a cough, yet too breathy. The hand resumes motion, yet now in
a faster rhythm. It thrusts downward between thighs pushing up higher now in
counterpoint. Her other arm is clear of the covers now, wide, hand perhaps
gripping the edge of the bed. There are more noises now, still faint, yet
clear in their repetition. Softly she pants 'u... uh.... huu... u... u...'.
Her head now still, seeming pressed to the side, deep in the pillow. Perhaps
to muffle her involuntary gasps. She is turned away from the door, away from
the watching figure. Which now softly, silently slides forward in the room's
darkness, towards the one bed where a girl does not sleep. Closer, the figure
firms up into a Sister, then clearly Sister Valoria. She is barefoot, and
carrying a torch, though she does not use it yet. Standing now beside the
bed, she watches silently as the girl pants and strokes her hot teenage cunt,
clearly fast approaching the crisis. Her pantings are taking on an urgent
tone, and she brings her free hand to her face, cupping it over her own
mouth, muffling the still soft sounds of heat.
This leaves the bed covers free, and as the girl's thighs clench into the
shudders of pre-orgasm, Valoria bends and gets a grip on a top corner of
the covers. Then, in one sudden move, she whips the covers down and off the
girl, and clicks on the torch, shining it down on the body revealed.
In the glare of light, the girl's nightdress is found to be bunched up above
her breasts, and her knickers lie discarded on the bed beside her. As though
the beam of light were some sort of freeze ray, she holds her position, 
exactly, one hand over her mouth, the other with fingers buried deep in her
slit, indistinct in the bad angle of the camera.
Apart from the click of the torch, there has been hardly a sound.

Valoria leans over the girl and pulls the girl's hand from her cunt.
Speaking softly, whispered yet commanding: "Get up. Quietly. Come with me."
She stands back and shades most of the torchlight with a hand, leaving just
enough to watch as the girl shudders, then rolls over and slips her feet
to the floor. As she stands, her nightgown slides down from her breasts and
covers her. The thin torchlight is waved towards the door, and the girl
walks barefoot. In the silence her breathing is still ragged. Valoria picks
up the crumpled knickers and follows her, indicating the way with thin rays
of torchlight slipped between her fingers. They exit the silent room, and
not a stir is seen in any other bed.

Wendy: "Whoooeee! She's for it, don't you think!"
Garth: "That Valoria's a stern one, for sure. Quick, see if you can find
where they go. this should be really good."
Tony: "Try Valoria's own room. She'd probably not take her far in bare feet."

A period of rapid channel switching follows, with no sign of the pair. As yet
there are no cameras covering any passages, only likely rooms.
Then the pickup in Valoria's room (she is the matron for that dorm) shows
a beam of light, presumably  as the off-camera door is opened. Two dark
figures move into the view, then the room flares into light. The girl is
standing fearfully in the center of the room. Valoria circles around her,
glaring at the shivering teenager silently, calculatingly, angrily.

It is a small room. A bed, a desk, a bookshelf, closet, and a door to,
presumably, a bathroom. Valoria still holds the girl's underwear in a fist.
She walks to the desk and drops the balled cloth in it's center. Turns back
to the girl.
"Remove your nightdress." Levelly, but commanding, and with an undercurrent
of anger. The girl, clearly very frightened, hesitatingly but rapidly reaches
to undo the few buttons down from the neckline. Then lifts the back of it up
over her head, and pulls the whole thing off. She is left completely naked,
eyes downcast, biting her lower lip and holding the forelorn garment.

"Drop it on the desk with the other." Valoria moves behind the desk and sits 
down. She leans back and considers the naked girl now standing in front of
the desk, over the discarded clothes. Valoria forms a tent of her fingers.
"Describe what were you doing."

The girl seems to have a great deal of trouble finding her voice. She makes
several incoherent false starts.
"Carol! Have you forgotten how to speak? You will answer me clearly, or it
will be the worse for you! Now describe! And stand up straight!"

"I... I was masturbating, Miss."
"Correct. And for how long were you masturbating, pray tell?"
"Not.... not long.... Miss."
"Not long? Not _long_! Young lady, I was watching you maturbate yourself for
nearly half an hour. Is that a short time?"
"No... no Miss."
"So. And how long should propper young ladies masturbate themselves for, do
you think?"
"Not... not at all, Miss."
"Correct! Because although we _all_ experience the desires of the flesh, 
_propper_ young ladies have the decency to resist those impulses.
Don't they?"
"Y...yes Miss."
"You, on the other hand, have repeatedly failed to resist those impulses,
have you not?" How many times is this, can you recall?"
"It.. I... since... when do you.."
"I asked a simple question, but you are stupid as well as depraved. How many
times have you been found masturbating? Ever."

There is a pause, as the girl concentrates.
"Maybe... twenty times... counting at home..."
"Indeed. Enough times you have lost count. And your poor mother, to confront
her with such a sight as you certainly did, on five occasions. So its clear
that your sexual urges are more powerful than your moral will, and until we
find a way to improve your character you will continue to offend. Despite
any assurances you may make to the contrary. I recall that after your last
series of treatments, you swore on the holy bible that you would be pious
and decent from that day hence. And were you?"

"N.. no, Miss."
"No, you were not. I interrupted your masturbation only moments before the
conclusion of your lustfull purpose, did I not? Before orgasm, is I believe
the correct medical term. You were moments from orgasm, no?"

The girl, who has till now been pale-skinned, flushes a dark shade on the
monitor. "I... yes.. I..."
"Your lusts are unsated, then. Now tell me, and do not lie, for I observe you
closely, are you still lustfull? And clasp your hands behind your back now."

The girl blushes deeper still. Shuffling her feet, she shakes her head.

"You lie. I am adding up your punishments, you know. Now, answer. And know
that the hardened tips of your breasts give you away, as does the hue of the
still damp cleft between your legs. Are you lustfull still?"

She hangs her head further still, and barely mutters "Yes."

"Yes. That is apparent. And so you still desire this 'orgasm' that I foiled
so untimely for your masturbatory efforts?"

Another mutter. "Yes"

"Well then. You and your foul urges present a problem. If I cane you now,
and send you back to bed, you will disturb the others with your whimpering.
If I reserve the caning for tomorrow, and send you back to bed, you will
doubtless resume your filthy masturbation, and likewise no doubt disturb
and corrupt the other girls. If anyone is to get some sleep tonight, I think
that the best thing may be to let you have your nasty way with yourself.
Here, away from the girls. Hmmpf! Very well then. Lie on the bed and complete
your precious orgasm. I shall watch and ensure you do not take too long about 
it. Begin."

The girl seems dumbfounded. She stares at the sister. She looks at the bed.
She looks at herself. The bed. She unclasps her hands and aimlessly waves
them around, as if to say 'what, here? now?'
"Yes. On the bed, as you were before. Remember to keep your legs widely
spread so that I may observe what you do to yourself in your... vagina."

She takes a step to the bed. Another. It is a small room, and she is beside
the mattress. Nowhere to go but to sit down. She does. And freezes again.

"Lie back, spread. Need I describe how to proceed? You seemed to know very
well before." Valoria stands and pushes the chair over towards the bed.
She sits down beside it. The girl still sits upright, confused, flushed.
Valoria puts a hand on the girl's shoulder and pushes her back.
"That is right. Now, the hand between the legs. As before. Begin!"

Carol vaguely places her right hand over her crotch, with her legs held
close together.

"No, no! That won't do. Don't waste my time now! You will bring yourself
to orgasm _quickly_. Otherwise I will cane you now, in addition to your full
punishment tomorrow. Do you want that?"

"n..no..."
"So do it! Masturbate! Vigorously! With the wide spread legs and the
fingering of the private parts. Or must I teach you how? From you I have
learnt more than I wish!"

The girl sighs, and spreads her legs. Her hand now cups her pubes, and moves
hesitantly over the cupped mons.
Valoria snorts derisively, and grabs the girl's wrist. She roughly pistons
the girl's hand up and down, forcing her fingers against and into the puffy
slit. "Like this, is it not?" Grasping one of the girl's fingers in her other
hand, she shoves it crudely into the girl's lower slit, fumbling, then
finding her cunt. She forces the finger in, to the palm.
"There, it enters. Does this bring your orgasm? Is it closer?"
The girl is shivering, not with cold. As Valoria continues to pump the
finger in and out, the young hips give a shudder, then tense slightly higher.
"Ah, yes, the reaction I see. Like the animal; stimulus and response. Now,
you girl, continue so!"

Valoria lets go, and sits back. She is somewhat out of breath it seems, for
her large bust rises and falls rapidly under her habit. The girl seems to
have found a way, for she continues to finger her cunt, although more slowly.

"But tsk! Only the single finger you are huuu... using. This is not right.
Add the second with it. Like..."  Again Valoria grabs the girl's hand, and
presses the first and middle fingers together, then dips them into the
now slippery furrow. By chance, her own middle finger lies parallel, and 
enters with them. "The size, it is important to the orgasm, no? The walls
inside, they lust for the contact, yes? The deep thrusting, like the male.
Hmmm... very slippery, here. You make much of this wetness." Valoria has
lifted her hand away, and is sliding her cum-lubed fingers across each other.
She sniffs the fingers. "Fuugghh... rutting female beast. Fffff...." Despite
her show of distaste, she absently forgets to remove her fingertips from the
end of her nose as she watches Carol's self-conscious wanking.
"Faster! You were doing it faster before, you must do so now! With the 
rhythme! Your hips, move them upwards... the fingers in deep... yes, that is
better... your other hand with the breasts now... you were gripping and
fondling your nipples, no? Then do so now... yes... correct! Do not stop..."

Carol is definitely getting over her awkwardness, for now she is fast 
developing an urgency to her stokes and staining thrusts that echos her
earlier perfomance. As before, she is trying hard to sex herself in silence,
with only the cut-short rapid sighs between moments of clamped throat breath-
-holding to reveal her intensity.

"No! Do not hold the breath so! It is bad for the lungs. You must breathe as
your body needs. I expect you will find it an aid to make the animal noises,
so that is what I shall expect to hear. Do not hold back."

Carol is by now probably too far gone to pay much attention to details. She
is frigging franticly now, her hand almost a blur in her humping sex. Not 
much change is noticible in her strained and gasping breathing.

Valoria seems displeased, and is fidgeting in her seat. She leans far forward,
head bending close to Carol's finger-busy crotch. The Nun's legs are wide
apart, across the width and over the sides of the seat. She seems to be 
rocking herself back and forward, while inspecting the teen's twat-reaming
finger action. She shakes her head.
"No, no.... this will not do. You are in the habit of stealthy silence in
your sin, it seems. It is wrong! The actions of lust should be accompanied
by the natural sounds of such animal passions. I will not allow this to set
you further in your ways. Listen to me girl! You will express your lust, and
you will learn this here and now. Do you hear me?"

The girl is clearly approaching her crisis. Head tossed to one side, eyes
screwed tight shut, hips locked upward and fingers flying, she makes no
response to the nun's question.

Valoria exclaims angrily "Do you HEAR me, girl?!" and grabs the girl's wrist,
pulling the working fingers from their moist nest.  Carol is groggy with her
pre-cum urgency, and attempts to substitute her other hand. Valoria also 
snares that wrist. Transfering both of the girl's wrists to her left hand, 
Valoria grips the teenager's jaw with her right, and forces the girl to look
at her. "You insolent whore! I said, do you HEAR me? What did I just say?"

Carol is in severe coitus-interruptus shock, worse for her now twice thwarted
climax. She is struggling to speak, but clearly has no idea what to answer.
"I.. you... oh.... uh.. you... said... ohhhhhh please... I need... please..."

"Yes, I know, you need your filthy little orgasm." Valoria sneers at her.
"Just about to have it, were you? Desperate, are you? Well, that is no excuse
to not listen when I speak, you dirty young strumpet. I SAID, I do NOT
approve of your attempts to remain silent during your self stimulation.
I am expecting you to voice the kind of sounds one would expect in
association with such animal behaviour. Do you understand me? Do you? Or
shall I fetch the cane to remind you that you have a voice?"

Carol is still shuddering in pre-cum frustration. "I.. I.. understand... I 
will.. will..."
"Certainly you shall! To ensure this, I will not permit you to reach your
climax of vile pleasure until I am satisfied with your level of expression
of your lustfull feelings. Hmmm... I see that you are squirming in heat still,
so perhaps your orgasm is hovering close, no? Too close to fully test your
new expressiveness. So. Place the hands behind the head, like so."
Valoria lifts the girl's wrists to her head, and forces the girl to place
them under her head on the pillow.
"Now, we shall begin an instruction. I shall stimulate you, and you will
respond with sounds you feel appropriate. There shall be no chance of climax
until I am happy with your actions. When I am NOT happy with your noises, I
shall punnish you Like so." She delivers a sharp slap to the girl's upstanding
fleshy cone of a breast, setting it jiggling from side to side."
"Owwww.... " Carol's hands fly to the stinging tit, and clutch it.
"Return the hands! Do not move them again. This is for that disobedience..."
So saying, Valoria again slaps the girl, this time on the other breast. Both
now bear crimson palm prints.  This time Carol cries "Owww. Owww..ohhhhhh..."
but manages to hold her hands in place.

"Good. If you move them again, I shall bind your wrists to the bed. Now. We
begin. Remember, for every touch, a sound. For every silence, a spank."

She rocks forward again, and making a straight index finger, slowly but
firmly slides it into the teen's soaking cunt. Carol, perhaps more out of 
surprise, grunts softly "unnhhhh!" as her hips give an involuntary hunch.
Valoria holds her finger still a moment, then jerks it out. "Not loud enough."
She slaps Carol sharply across the inner thigh, and Carol jerks "Ahh!"
"We try again." She again spears the finger slowly into the twat, giving it
a back and forth rotation. Carol this time produces a much more convincing
"UNNnnnnnnooooohhhhhhhg!" and tries to twist her hips down onto the digit.
Valoria holds it still in her. Waiting. There is silence. Then Carol whimpers
softly in need, and Valoria gives the finger a quick, small jiggle. She says
"Did I not mention; I will reward your freeness of expression also, 
sometimes. Other times I will test you, like so." She rapidly pistons the 
finger in and out twice, then stops again."
Carol gasps "Ohhhhh Ohhhhhuugghhh" at the poking, then after a pause, exhales
a pleading "mmmmmmuuggghh?" as she tries to shake her hips on the digit.
The finger in her depths responds with a twisting ream, and Carol groans
again "Ohhhhhhh... .yessss... " then "Ummmmmmm.." The finger slides again.
"Ahhhh..... Ahhhh..." Now Valoria works the finger slowly in and out 
repeatedly. "Ahhhh.... Ummmmmmmppfh... uuuuuuuuh! Unnnnnnh! Uh! Uh! Uhhh!"
Valoria speeds up the strokes, and continues, and the girl twists and
grunts. This goes on for several minutes, the teenager gasping and groaning
aloud, as Valoria pistons her sensitive channel with a stiff middle finger.
Valoria's intermittent rocking on the seat has now increased, till she is
rythmicly sliding her hips back and forth on the seat. Her own breathing is
laboured enough to be heard through the girl's increasingly load groanings.

Valoria: "That is not bad huhhhh now, but I think louder still. This will
help you." She changes from one finger to two, then three, still pistoning 
them straight in and out. Carol does indeed find it helps, picking up her
volume considerably. "UNNNnnnhhhHH! OOOOOffffFF! OOOHHHH yesss.. .OOOOHHH..
AAArrhhhhhHHH! OOOouugghhhhHHH! MMMMppFFffff! OoooohhhhhhhuuuuunnnNNHHHH!.."

This continues for many minutes, with hardly a change. Now and then Valoria
seems to think the girl is slacking off, and delivers a stinging slap to
her inner thighs, or breasts. Each time the girl's cries of pleasure grow 
louder and more plaintive, till she is nearly screaming with each long breath,
sounding like she is at the very brink of climax, yet unable to pass the
summit.
Valoria seems deeply absorbed in her 'tuition', staring fixedly at the spread
cunt close before her eyes, fascinated by the sight of her fingers twisting 
and reaming in the glistening crimson tight opening. Her own hips are
twisting and rocking on her seat almost as explicitly as the teenager's
are lurching down onto the pleasuring fingers. One thing Valoria has not
noticed is that Carol, despite her desperate, open mouthed cries and head
tossing, has now and then clearly observed her Dorm mistress's own chair
humping.

Suddenly Valoria looks up at the girl's face, and says "I.. I think that this
lesson has gone far.... huuuhhhh uh.. far... enough. For now. So. It... uh..
time.. time for you to have your climax.... I.. wish... you  uh... to do
so... uh... now... s.. soon... I will uh.. expect you to.. to.. express..
to make the appropriate... ouu.. noises... " She continues to vigorously
ream the teen.

Carol likewise continues to gasp and cry in ecstasy, a humping, shouting
nympho. But there is a desperate edge to her cries, and she does not come.
Minutes more pass. Valoria seems to grow annoyed, yet still in the grip of
some obsession with pistoning the girl's soft depths. Suddenly she adds a
slap to the girl's belly, together with a flurry of extra deep probings.
"You are to orgasm! I have told you to orgasm. You WILL come, girl. Now!"

Carol cries out, stuttering amid her groans of sex "UooWWWW! Unn OH I c..c..
can't! Uoooohhh! Uh. OH OH please... I need.. Uggghhhh Can't come... this
Uhhhh uooooohhhh.. AHHHH! AHHH! way... not UH! just.. in there... UHhhhh!
Ooooohhhh! have uh to... on .. Ugggg my front.. rub.... my front... Uhhhh
please.. rub ... UHhhhhh ... "

Valoria does not stop, but shakes her head as if remembering something she'd
forgotten. With her free hand, she spreads further apart the girl's labia
above the embedded and twisting fingers. Then traces a finger down the
centre of the soft furrow, till she reaches the small but hard nubbin of
her clit. Carol jerks rigid as she touches it. "AHHHHHHHHhhhhh yyesss... oh
please.... Ruuuubb it... pleaseee. Uhhhhh.."
The older woman seems happy to oblige, and two finger get busy, stroking and
teasing the central spot. Carol goes into vocal orbit, screaming at the top
of her voice "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHhhh...
UuuOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGHH YESSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSs... OHHH OHH! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Her whole body convulses, arching up rigidly, as she finally climaxes. It
goes on for many long seconds, her chest contracting in a long drawn-out
wail of release.

She stops. Valoria withdraws her hands from the teen's sex, and sits back,
herself breathing heavily. She seems to realise how she is sitting wide
astraddle the chair, and abruptly brings her legs together. Carol is
collapsed, moaning softly, eyes closed.

Valoria. "I trust that will be sufficient to dispell your base needs for the
rest of the evening then, young lady. Now, get up and dress. I shall escort
you back to the dormitory. Come, get up! Get UP!" She gives the girl another
smart smack on the thigh. Carol gasps and struggles to sit, weakly. "Oh,
please... a moment.."
"I won't hear of it! No more dawdling now, its very late, and you should be
in your own bed. Get up immediately."
Carol sighs limply, and manages to rise awkwardly. She sways, walking with
care to fetch her nightdress, which she struggles with in confusion for a
few moments before managing to don it. She stands, waiting, uncertain and
flushed.
Valoria also rises, unsteadily. She mutters "come!" and turns to the door.
There is a large, dark patch at the back of her habit. She does not seem to
realise this, and picks up the torch before turning out the light and opening
the door. She exits, and Carol follows the torchlight, still shakily.


The Crest crew are spellbound, which is difficult to achieve while fucking
wildly. Someone is still organised enough to switch the camera back to the
dorm. Which is still dark, but not the same scene at all. All of the dim
beds are now empty, and a huddle of shaddowy figures hovers at the open door.
There are faint whispers and titters from the group, excited in tone. Then
a quick whisper "Here they come!" and a soft scampering of bare feet back to
beds. A muffled giggle. By the time the first beam of torchlight enters the
room, all is silent. A room full of feigned sleep.
Valoria and Carol enter, the muffled torch beam picking the way to her empty
bed. Carol gets into it without a word. Just as Valoria is turning away, a
girlish snicker is heard- from somewhere. Valoria swings the beam back,
across the room. She cannot spot the snickerer. Then another is heard, close
followed by a rising chorus of giggling. She shines the torch about again,
and finds that nearly every bed is aquiver with a shaking, giggling teen.
She seems nonplussed for a moment, then strides across the room to the light
switch. The room flashes into brilliance.
"What is the meaning of this! You should all be asleep!" She barks, striding
back to the centre of the room and glaring around. The girls, now giving up
their pretense of sleep, lift their heads to watch her cautiously. Except
those behind her, who's suppressed giggles break out afresh, helplessly.
She turns to glare at them, and now the whole room breaks into uncontrolled
tittering. Now the camera can see her back, it too can see the reason for
the amusement. Her wet spot is very clear, and in the good light is even 
recognisable as the imprint of a dripping twat and buttocks. The cloth has
almost held the very shape of the organs.
One of the girls behind Valoria, quick on her wits, silently reaches beneath
her bed and brings out a small camera. She quickly snaps a picture, and amid
the general noises of girlish amusement, Valoria does not seem to notice the
sound. She takes one or two more, brazenly, then hides the camera just as
Valoria turns back. The other girls of course saw her, and this causes even 
more mirth. Valoria is clearly not amused.

"What.. What is the meaning of this... childishness? You, girl, what are you
laughing about at this time?"

"N.. nothing, miss."
"Hmmmpf. Indeed. Then you there, what is _your_ excuse?"
"I...I'm (hic) not laughing.. miss."
"Valoria glares at her, as if considering debating whether the girl is or 
isn't laughing. Then one girl, a brave one, clears her throat. "Um, excuse
me miss, but you seem to have something on the back of your gown."

Valoria casts her glare in that direction, but finding only innocent guile
in the girl's face, lets it pass. She stomps over to a mirror on a wall, and
turns her back to it, looking sternly over her shoulder at herself. And seems
to grow several inches shorter, and somewhat paler. She hesitates, 
considering. Then firmly walks back across the, room, turning at the door.
"I expect you all to go back to sleep now. No chattering, mind! Goodnight."
She turns off the light and leaves, closing the door behind her.

For several moments the room is indeed silent. Then once again a chuckle
breaks out, and suddenly the whole room is filled with voices. They seem to
know well that Valoria will not return.
"Carol, Carol, tell us what happenned!" "Yes, what happened?" "Was that you
we heard yelling?" "Golly, what did old Val do to you?" "Did it hurt 
terribly?" "Why did she take you?" "Did she catch you outside, or what?"
Many questions, all over each other. All the girls crowding round Carol's
bed where the girl now sat upright. Someone turns the light back on. Carol
raises her hands.
"That old bag is _weird_, like crazy! Really bent. She came in here and
dragged me out of bed, told me she'd beat me if I made a sound. Made me go
back to her room. Then she pulled my gear off - everything. She was totally
out of it, you know, all heated up and stuff. She made me lie on her bed,
and, you know, do stuff. It was awfull, but I had to, she kept hitting me if
I didn't! See, look at this!"
Carol lifted her nightgown up her thighs, showing the red palm prints where
Valoria had slapped her.

The girl with the camera said "Ohhh. Thats wild! Can I photograph those? You
know. In case?"
Carol: "Um.. all right. Err... there's more too. Should we...?
"Yes, we should.." Yes, show us too.." Everyone seemed to agree.
Carol, with an air of bravura, lifted her nightgown over her head, again
standing naked. The many hand-shaped red welts over her thighs, stomach and
breasts evoked gasps from her companions.
"Thats terrible!" "Ohhh on your titties, how could she..."
The girl with the camera used the flash to take several more, closeups and
overall views. The others all examined her in awe. "Oh look, your thingy is
all swollen up too! Did she hit you there?"
Carol: "Thats the really weird part! She made me, you know, touch myself 
there. Made me get turned on - I couldn't help it, she _made_ me. Like, if I
didn't keep goosing myself, she'd whack me! Totally freaky! And she stuck
her face right in close to it, the old pervert. Then, then you know what the
old bag did?"
"Oh, no, tell us, tell us!"

Carol: "She started doing things to me herself! She stuck a finger up me.
Then she used two, then three. It really hurt! She wouldn't stop, either,
even when I begged her. She'd keep hitting me, saying I was evil, and
doing it harder and harder. Then... the worst... ohh it was awful.... she
started saying how she wanted me to make noises, like I was enjoying it.
When I didn't, she'd hurt me there. See, look how red it is!"
Carol hopped up on her bed and opened her legs, spreading her thin bush
with her hands, revealing the bright red, puffy and still damp labia.

"Ohh Carol! Its all red!" "You poor thing!" "She's _awwwful_!" "Just cos she
knows you get horny so easily, she's _so_ mean to you!" "Yeah, she's just
jealous cos she's too old to cum, I bet." "Carol, you sure you weren't doing
anything, you know, when she came in? I was sort of waking up just before,
and I thought I heard.. you know.." "Yeah, like those other times she really
caught you."

"Umm... well, yeah, she thinks I was. I guess. And she said I'd be punished
for it tomorrow. But I wasn't! Really! Anyway, you know what she was doing
all the time she was at me? She was getting herself off on a chair, thats
what! Says I was masturbating, but she was rubbing her twat on the seat like
she was gonna come any moment. Thats what the stain was from. Did you hear
me screaming?"

"Yes, we did, we did!" The girls crowd close around her, patting her back
and comforting her. Comforting her very tenderly, and rather familiarly.
Hands stray, and brush against breasts. Are laid on smarting thighs, tracing
red welts, tracing closer to open crotch. And closer. Carol does not seem
to mind, indeed sighs, and lays back on the bed, sprawled, one forearm laid
across her forehead as she continues her tale of woe.
"She was totally out of control! She kept at it till I couldn't help getting
so hot, what with all she was doing to me down there. You know how I get...
Yes, there. Like that, but.. deeper inside... mmmm. You like doing that, huh?
Mmmm.. you're nice, I like it when you do this.. but she was really cruel. 
She just kept poking her fingers into me, shoving them in. Yes, thats.. there.
Ah. Mmmmmmm, yes.. She did it for ever so long, and I had to keep shouting
and stuff, or she'd hit me everywhere. It was making me crazy. Then she said
I had to come, or she'd do terrible things to me. Really hurt me, with, you
know.. things.. Oh... oh.. thats yes, thats where she... oh, gently.... 
ooohhhh niiiice... yeah.. you got me all hot again now... mmmmm.... Uh! oh,
careful!"

One of the girls was running her fingers through Carol's hair, and had caught
a tangle. She switched to giving Carol a scalp massage, as others continued
their intimate attentions to the rest of her body. Carol seemed to be a very
popular person in this dorm, or at least one they all enjoyed playing stinky
finger with. One of the girls goes away for a moment, and returns with a few
of the school uniform waistband cords.

Carol continued dreamily, demonstrating how Valoria had positioned her.
"She made me lay all spread out, like... this.. and put my hands behind my
head like this... said she'd tie me up if I moved...  ahhhh... maybe.. if
she'd been nice, ahhhh... I wouldn't have... ohhhh minded.... oh... what..
you want to tie my wrists.... oh.. but what if she comes back? Ummmmm"

"She won't be back." "No, she's too embarassed!" "Bet she's beating off
right now." "Yeah, with a big stick!" "ha ha..." "Go on Carol, just for a 
while.. you said you'd like a guy to do that, remember?" "Yeah, bet you'd
like to come now, huh?" "Now, Carol, let us tie you up now, please?"

As they coax her, the girls are busily stroking and rubbing her all over,
fingering her cunt, tweaking her nipples, and in general flooding her with
a tide of sexual feelings. Two girls gently draw her wrists closer to the
cords they have already tied to the bed headboard.
Carol is barely in a state to argue.

".... but.... oh... ahhh.... yess in there. oh, yes, ahhhh.... mmmm... well,
uhhh OK.... but not too tight... nnnnn  you won't hurt me, will you?... wait!
I... if I let you... I want you.. to ....uuuuhhhh..... you have to kiss...
ohhhh kiss me down there... on my button... you know... Uhh! Uhhh!... you
promise?... mmmm... all of you, OK? Real tongue kissing."

There is a something of a slowdown in the work being done on the naked teen,
as the others consider the idea, glancing shyly at each other. A balance of
lust against self-consciousness, perhaps. Then one nods shyly, rubbing
Carol's breast lustily. "OK."
The others immediately agree, nodding and bending to give Carol soft kisses
all over her body. She sighs, and relaxes her arms, letting them fall by the
cords at the headboard. The girls lose no time in fastening her wrists.
They resume their attentions, even bolder now.
"Tell us more, what did she do then, Carol?" "Yeah, did she make you cum?"
"It sounded like you were being killed!" "She made you keep your legs wide,
like this?" One girl pulls Carol's ankle out even wider, and another across 
the bed copies her, Carol is almost doing the splits. More hands join those
already probing and stroking at her spread sex.

"Yes, she made me keep them wide open, while she... she shoved her fingers
right up me... if felt like she was putting her whole bloody hand up me!
Those great big fingers of hers... ohhhh.. how many are you... oh wow...
thats really... you are really making me want it bad...  ah yeah, ummm don't
stop.... ohhh I love it when you make me really hot like this... sooo goood.
Ahhhh.. Oh! Why tie my legs.... oh, no, what if she comes back... no... um...

The girls holding her ankles wide have picked up another belt cord, and are
tying her ankles down over the sides of the bed, crossing the cord underneath.
Carol struggles for a moment, then seems to give up. She looks up at them,
her breasts rising and falling with her excited breath. "Gosh, that makes me
feel really helpless... and... wow... you could do anything now, you know.
Better... be careful... you don't make me be too loud... What ahhhhh... are
you going..."

"God, doesn't she look so delicious!" "Yeah, this is so hot!" "Its making
_me_ so hot too, I'm gonna have to.. " "You too? Yeah, I'm about to die, if
I don't..." "Me too..." "Lets all do each other!" "Yeah, Sister will never
be back tonight, lets!" "She'd have a heart attack if she did..." "Good!
Hope the old bag dies!" "All right, here goes, you chickens..."
One girl pulls up her nightgown, up and off. She tosses it towards her own
bed, then quickly removes her panties, and sends them in the same direction.
She is naked, and her small, firm breasts barely shift as she runs her hands
down over them and on over her trim torso to her sparsely furred cunny. She
cups her twat and molds her fingers into the tight slit, rubbing.
"Ahhh... yess... Oh thats what I need.... uh, um, ah, uh.. god, I'm so wet."
"You! Sally, I thought you never even knew about it."
"Course I do. Watch this." 

So saying, the small lithe teen jumps up onto Carol's bed and, knees either
side of Carol's head, bends her cute mouth to the bound girl's cunt and fixes
her lips to the wet flesh.

Carol hunches her hips high, moaning softly. "Ohhh Sally! Thats... oooohhhh
yes.... ahhhh yes, like that... ohhhh suck..... ohhhHHHHHHhhhhh.... wow...
yeah... yeah.. eat me... oh fuck thats.... "

The other girls take this as a cue to find their inhibitions gone. As one,
their gowns are cast off, and with an assemblage of hopping, bending feminine
nudity, their undies follow. For a moment it seems they will all stand around
singly diddling their own cunts, then it turns into a melange of curvacious
teens as they crowd back in around the pair on the bed. A total free for all.
Carol still gets a lot of attention, but many hands still fondle other
privates, and frequently not their owner's. The sounds of soft sighing and
moans of pleasure blend into a feminine hum of horny excitement.

The girl Sally lifts her head from Carol's arching twat for a moment. "So,
you didn't tell us yet what happened next. I'll start this again, when you
get on with the story. You like this?"

"Ohhhh yeeeeesss, its beeeeautifuuuul... I'll do it to you, you'll see."
"Mmmmm OK, but the story first.... then do me... " She fixes her mouth down
again.

"Ahhhhh yes.... I wish Valoria had done oooohhhhh this... She had me so hot.
I was dying to come, but she never touched my little button... It was driving
me totally crazy. She'd made me scream louder and louder, and by then I felt
like screaming. If I didn't cum AAAaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh YESsssss... oh thats...
ohhh ... if I didn't cum soon, I was going nuts... you're going to drive me
nuts too.... ummmmm oh more... more... don't keep stopping like that.... ummm
pleeese! Oh no... don't.. ahhhhh more.... ooh please...."

Sally is now giving Carol long licks down her slit, over her little pink clit,
then pausing, looking back over her shoulder at Carol. "Hmm. So you _really_
like this, huh? You taste nice, but I can stop if I want... Or do this.."
She flicks her tongue back and forth over the sensitive little clit.
Carol shudders. "Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhh... yes... yes..."
"But maybe, you are not giving with the story, huh? Want some more? Tell the
story, Carol. Did she make you cum?"

"Yes, yes, she did.. please... she said I _had_ to cum, or she'd cane me.
But I still couldn't and I was so desperate... I asked her to rub my spot...
and she did. Still had her fingers up me too. Oh, please, please, lick me
there more... oh, I'd do it to you, but I can't lift my head up to you...
please, I'm begging you... I want it so much, please.... you can do anything 
to me, just please make me come... I'll do anything, please..."

"Anything? When, just now, or...." Sally teases her, giving the softest of
tongue flicks to the center of Carol's need.
Carol is getting very wild, shaking and hunching violently. "Oh oh god! Oh
god, that's too... oh please.. harder... yes, yes, if you must.. anything,
whenever... I'll do... oh GOD! Oh PLEASE! don't.. oh yes, please... "

"Well, OK, I'll remember that. Don't you forget, either. If you ever want
more of this. So here you are. Good girl." Sally dives in, guzzling and 
sucking, hard.  Carol explodes into her climax in seconds. "Ahhhhh AHHHHHH
AHHHHHHhhhh ooOOHHHHH ARRRRRRrrrhhhh OOHHHHH CUMMING OHHHHHH FUUUCK... OHHH
FUCKKKK YESSSSS... OHHHH OH OH OH UH UH UH UH YESSS YESSS... "
She is not exactly screaming, like her best in Valoria's room, but its pretty
loud. Loud enough to worry the other girls, who pause in their mutual finger
sinking and clasping. One worriedly puts her hand over Carol's mouth, partly
smothering her cries. "Shhh... they'll hear you in the other buildings..."
Sally does not let up, however, and Carol continues her orgasmic show, only
somewhat muffled "YmmmmmpffHHHH UMMMmmmmmmm MmmmmoooomMmmm  thnnnnnnMMMM!
MMmmmmoooommmmmmppfhHH! OoooooooomomommmommommmmMMMM! "

Its really quite comical, and the watching Cresters, hardly believing what
they are seeing on the small screen, burst into gales of laughter. By this
time they've all well and trully come, most several times. The images from
the dorm, full of teen-sex exploration and innocent debauchery, have had
them fucking like minks. This school is certainly turning out to be a mine
of fun.

Gradually Carol's peak subsides, and then Sally lifts her slick face from
her pleasuring. "So now you've cum twice tonight. And I've not yet cum at all.
What shall I do about that? I know...." She turns about, squatting above
Carol's face. "Now, you do me." She sits lower, pressing her cunt to Carol's
face. "Come on, you just promised you'd do anything, anytime."

Carol does not seem to mind. She set to with vigor, and Sally suddenly seems
to find it difficult to remain in place. "Oh! Oh, I see... what you... mean.
Ohhhh... wow... yes, its.. hmmmmMMMMM... " Her hands find her budding breasts
and cup them, then tease the small nipples. "Ohhhh yeeeahhhh... good girl...
thats the way... yeah. Oh yeah.... oh.. my... oh... oh we must oh do this...
oh more often... mmmm mmmmmMMMmmmm yes, like thaaaaat... oh oh... uuummm...
mmmmm girls.. this is so goooooddddd. Oh what a feeling.... aaahhhhHHHHH...
nnngghhhhhh.... yeah, your tongue.. yeah... in and ohhhh on there... there.."

Meanwhile the other girls have decided that this head-to-twat thing sounds
rather good, and have almost all paired off onto nearby beds, 69-ing with
joyous discovery. Soon Sally's is the only mouth not occupied in some wet
and thrusting slit. Her voice is rising to her approaching climax. "AhhhHHH
YES YES AHHHH YESSSsss YES OH AArrrrrRRGGHHH FUCK ITS SO GOOOD OHHHH I'MMM
GONNA CUM YOU SLIT LICKING BEAUTIFUL THING! OHHHH LICK IT! LICK OOHHHH LICK
ME YES OHHHHH YES HERE IT OHHH OHHHHHHHHHhhhhaaaaahhhh yeesssSSSS! OHHHH!
CUMMMMINNNNG.... CUMMINNNNNNGG.. OOOOHHHHHhhhhh......"

She slumps down, nearly smothering Carol, then remembers and flops to one
side, curling up against the still tied girl. Dips one hand into Carol's
spread slit, and gives her a loving mouth to mouth kiss. A long, exploring,
kiss, while working some fingers around deeply in Carol's twat. Carol can
only undulate her body in response. Sally draws back. "Mmmm that was very
_yummy_! Thank you Carol. And remember what you said. We will do this more,
wait and see. I can think of lots of things to do with you. Oh, you feel so
nice down there, smooth and tight, warm and wet, soft and deep... ummmm.."
She moves her lips close to Carol's ear, and whispers. The mics barely pick
it out. "Say it again, you know, about anything, anytime. I want to hear it
again. It does something to me... go on."

Carol seems to be mesmerised by the feel of Sally against her, the feel of
small fingers circling slowly in her sex, the post-cum euphoria, the stiring
of feelings deeper than mere physical excitement. She turns her head to Sally
and softly replies. "It does something to me too... I don't know.. but being
like this... I feel like I'm yours, and want to be yours. Yes, anything,
anytime, whatever you want, Sally. I want to please you. But sshhh... not
now, I don't want to say more in front of the others.  Ummmmm... are you
going to untie me?"

"Oh, I don't know.... when else could we be sure Sister won't come check up
on us? Maybe we should make the most of it. Don't you want the others to play
with you more? This is turning you on again, isn't it?"
"Yes, you know it is... ohhhh you do that sooo nicely. I like it when you
make me excited like this. Uhhhh... now you've got me wanting it again. Ohh,
please, will you...?"

"Hmmm.. no, better not. Too much of a good thing, for a naughty  girl like
you. You were doing it, and she caught you again, didn't she?"

"Yes. Yes, I was, and she got me just before I came, too. God, it was 
embarassing. Wonder if she'll still punish me tomorrow?"

"God, I hope not. Maybe us seeing her wet twat stain will put her off the
idea. But... whoooo... try this idea! Wow, somehow it makes me all shivery.
Imagine if we left you tied up.. but a bit different so it looked like you
could have tied yourself up somehow, really kinky. She'd find you like that."

"Oh... that scares me.. but... yeah, shivery. Or maybe its just your fingers.
Thats really turning me on again, you know. Not that I mind... mmmmm...
Wonder if they'll give me another of their bloody 'treatments'?"

"Whats that?"
"Its _really_ bent. I don't know what it is exactly, cos they blindfolded
me before. But there's some sort of thing they strap you into, then blast
some jet thing up between your legs. It makes you just cum and cum, till
you feel sure you'll pass out from it. But you don't and it just goes on
and on. They act like its going to make you never get horny again. Stupid
old bitches - actually, it makes me feel even hornier after the numbness
wears off. Its pretty wild.... golly, thinking about it, and being tied
like this.... its really getting to me."
"Hot, huh?"
"Yeah. I don't think I can go back to sleep unless I cum again. How about
you?"
"No, I'm just a bit... not too much to sleep. You really think it makes you
hornier? For how long?"

"Oh, its hard to tell? How horny would I have been anyway? But yeah, I think
it does make me want it more, later. Mabye... these days I seem to need it
more than I did before they.... before the treatments. Kind of like its the
contrast- its so totally overwealming, it just changes your brain, maybe.
Then afterwards, going without it seems  impossible to bear."

"Hmmm...." Sally considers for several moments, still caressing Carol.
"If I told you to let her catch you doing it again, would you?" She gives
Carol a quick burst of hard, fast finger jabs to the cunt, then a rapid
scrubbing of fingertips on her clit. Then takes her hand away entirely.

"Oh! Ahhhhh... oh why'd you stop?... Oh please..."
"Would you?"
"Why would you want... Oh... I..."  and then softly, after a pause "Yes. If
you told me to. I mean it about 'anything'. I'd be scared though."

"I believe you. Maybe... Not soon. Hey, looks like its nearly time to finish,
the others are almost cummed out. Hmmm... one more cum for you, eh. And you
needing to prove your promise. I'm going to tell them, you know."

"Tell them what...?"
"That you are mine, and about why Valoria took you. OK?"
"But... It sounds strange, 'I am yours'. But.... I guess, if you want..
Did you want this when you tied my hands?"
"Yes, sort of. I always wanted to go so much further when we fooled around 
before. Now, just a minute. Got to get something."

Sally hopped off the bed, her tiny, slim figure barely into puberty yet
alive with a strength that Carol had previously thought little of. Now she
knew it was a strength she wanted to follow. Sally crossed the room, and 
rummaged in her bedside drawers. She quickly worked at something she'd found,
then brought it back to Carol's bed-bound X figure. It was a rinse cloth,
tightly rolled into a cylinder, then wrapped with several elastic bands.
The result was a flexible, furry rod, about eight inches long and a bit
over an inch in diameter. The elastic bands formed ridges along the length.
In Sally's other hand was a bottle of skin lotion. She spoke out, addressing
the various groups of girls, most in the languid lying-around post-cum stages
of the dorm orgy.
"OK girls, for the closing act of tonight's play, we have an announcement,
and an encore." She holds the cloth rod upright above her head in a Statue
of Liberty pose, her other hand resting on Carol's cunt. All attention is
rapidly hers.

"Thank you. Firstly, the announcement. Carol and I have decided to pair up.
Particularly, Carol has agreed to be my sex toy, and only mine. Isn't that
right Carol?"

"Wha... but...?"
"Anything, anytime. Thats what you said, isn't it? Correct?"
"Well...yes, but... ... ah... yes. OK Sally, yes. Thats right."
"Would you rather call it something else? I don't think 'lover' is quite
right, even though I do love you. 'Slave' seems a bit harsh too. 'Toy'?
Seems right to me, how about you?"
"Well... I just hadn't thought of it like that... but... yeah, OK.
Do you really love me?"

"Yes, very much. And I _love_ doing this to you, too." Sally runs her palm
up and down Carol's belly, now cupping her breast, now sinking a finger into
a slippery twat.
"OK. Next announcement. It seems Carol was not entirely honest with her
story. She was actually diddling herself when old Valoria came in and caught
her. So I guess Valoria had some excuse for punishing her. But not for all
that weird stuff. Now it seems that she came once with Valoria, again here
just now, but guess what? She is feeling horny again! So I have here a little
something for a show. After which we'd better all get some sleep. Are you
ready?"
She addresses the room, as she holds the rolled cloth in her palm, and picks
up the lotion in her other hand.

There has been a degree of hooting ribald comment from the girls through her
speech. Now they seem eager to proceed.

"All _right_. Now, we apply the lubricating fluid to the device. Work it all
over the surface like so. Notice that the surface stays quite rough. Then, we
insert the device into its operating chamber, like so." She quickly places
one end against Carol's spread twat, and presses the fat end into the girl's
cunt. And more, and more. Carol groans. When only a couple of inches still
protrude, Sally stops. She steps to the bedhead, and unties Carol's hands.

"Carol, my darling, my toy, you may bring yourself to an orgasm. We will
watch from our beds. When you have done, you may untie your legs, don your
panties, nightgown, and replace your blanket. Not before. Oh, and one more
little thing. The present I made you is to remain in your cunny until you
take your shower tomorrow morning. Till you step into the... no! Till just
before you get out of the shower. Now, pretend that is Valoria's fat fingers,
and show us how she did you."

Sally moves back to her bed, and redresses in her nightclothes. Sitting,
arms folded around her pulled up knees, she watches Carol, confidant in her
mastery. The other girls, with much giggling, gradually seperate and do the
same, sitting to watch the show. There doesn't seem to be any objection to
Sally's new claim of ownership; perhaps this tiny but powerful girl had
already been accepted as a leader of the group. She is certainly going
straight for the circuses part of the well established 'bread and circuses'
popular control method.

Carol has begun feeling at her sex, tracing the opening's extension around
the rolled cloth plug. It seems to meet with her approval, for she sighs and
presses harder, massaging the tight stretched lips firmly, rubbing up and
down the lips. With the movement, the plug slips out a little and she breaths
'uhhhh' and presses the tips of her fingers against its base. Pressing inward
gently. It shifts deeper again, and she answers with 'uhhhhooooo' then again
presses, more firmly. 'Uhhhhhoooooo its so big... ' Pressing harder, she
forces more of it into herself. 'Uarhhhhhhoooooo ooh Sally, it really fills
me up... Ohhhhh so big.....'  It seems to be in as far as it will go now,
as she presses continuously, and adds a rocking, twisting motion to the end.
Still nearly an inch protrudes. 'Uuuuuuhhhhh yessssss... so deep... so big..
ohhhh...'  She grips the end and slowly draws it outwards. Her flesh,
gripping tightly, pulls outward in a sexual meniscus, reluctant to release
the rough surface. 'Ahhhhhhhhh.... its pulling me inside out... ohhhh nice...
mmmmm... ooh god Sally, this is making me so hot.... mmmmm... how did you
know doing this while everyone uuuuuhh watched would make me so hot? Ohhh...
sweet lover, this is going to ooohhhhhh make me come really uhhhhh quick.."

She slips her left hand back onto her sex, and presses fingers around her
clit, rubbing softly. "Ummmmmmm ohhhhhh yeah....  Then she'd shove her finger
right back in, like this... UUuuuuhhhhhhooooooo mmmmm..." With a fast shove,
the cloth phallus gets embedded right to the depths again. Then pulled...
"She just kept going in and ooooooooooout.. Innnnn... oh and oooooout.. uh..
innnnnn and ouuuuuuut ohhhhhh innnn... ohhhhh ouuohhhhhh iiiieeiiin and ...
oohhhhhh out... oh... yes... oh innnnn uhhhh in... uhhhhh in uhhhhhhHHHhhh.."
She is working into a fast, thrusting rythme, humping hips up to meet each
hand rammed plunge of cloth into clinging tunnel. Losing coherence as her
other hand works into a blur on her clit. Around the room, every single girl,
each to her own bed, is staring rapt, and frigging herself excitedly under
nightgowns and bedsheets. Apart from Sally, they all cast half-furtive quick
glances at each other, at the jiggling of bedclothes and shaking bodies.
Now and then a quick giggle sounds, loaded with a sense of wonder, and
excitement, and amazement that they could go this far together. Sally too
wanks, but gives the others no attention. Hers is all focussed on Carol, as
if being in a room of frigging school chums was nothing unusual. With the
girl tied spread-legged on her bed rising to a frenzy of phallus thrusting,
Sally begins a soft chant: "Go Carol. Go Carol.. Go Carol... " And it is
taken up by the others, softly, but stronger in unison. "Go Carol! Go Carol!"

They chant faster and faster as the grunting teen nears her peak, leading
her strokes, egging her on. "GO Carol! GO Carol! GO! GO! GO! ... "  It must
be having some effect on her, for she speeds up even more, threshing at her
sex, the cloth rod blurring in and out, and her fingers shimmying in the
wet heat of her slit. Then she comes, her cries almost drowned out in the
pounding chant of her fellow pupils as they shift: "GO!  CUM! CUM! CUM!..."
and the chant breaks down into an assortment of giggling and moaning as
several of the others also bring themselves to shaking peaks, while others
still finger themselves, laughing at the whole spectacle. As the confusion
dies down, and Carol lies collapsed and limp on her bed, Sally stands on her
own bed, legs wide apart, and pulls her nightgown up around her shoulders.
Fingering herself through her panties, now stained dark at the crotch, she
speaks. "Girls.    Girls! This was great, but what about tomorrow? What if
Valoria still wants to punish Carol? She'll get over her embarassment about
the stains on her dress, and nobody will care much about those photos I took
of them. A couple of days, and she'll be a hawk again. Then what do we do?
Go back to secret snatched moments, and dreading discovery?"

There are corruses of "No!" and "Stuff Valoria!" and general boos and hisses
for their rigid dorm mistress.

Sally continues, now pulling her panties to one side and fingering her wet
sex. "I don't want that either! I want to do this when I need it, and play
with my friends when I like. If I stopped right now, it would feel just like
it does when she doesn't give any privacy for weeks. Ohhhh and I'm going to..
now...." She pulls her hands away, with a great show of reluctance. "Because
I have an idea! Its really crazy, and so I need to feel crazy like this.."
(She humps her hips in a display of powerful need.) "to make myself go
through with it.... crazy, and desperate! We have to get that old bag off
our backs, and I think I know how!" She pauses a moment for effect. "Anyone
wonder why Valoria hasn't come back here? Even though she must have heard
the noise we just made? I bet know... I think she's off in her room getting
off, or trying to, or trying not to, like the mixed up prune she is. And
I'm going to go try to get some pictures of her doing it. So you lot stay
here, and _don't_ come after me, you'll blow it for sure. Just stay here,
and in a few minutes, start making some sexy noises, but only for a few 
moments. OK? Can you do that? Oh, and nobody touch Carol, too."

There is a stunned silence in the room. The others are suddenly entirely
lacking in giggles. Even Carol has come alive, and sits up to untie her
ankles, grunting a little as the cloth prong is forced deeply back inside.
They watch in awe as Sally springs down to the floor, dons a pair of
slippers, picks up her little camera, and walks to the door with all the
determined air of a soldier going into battle. She turns at the door,
whispers "Wish me luck" and turns off the light before opening the door
silently and slipping out.

Back in the Crest room, there is total astonishment.
June: "Wow! What a sister! I'm rooting for her! OH... yeah, well, not this
rooting. You know what I Oh.. mean..."
Eve: "Me too! What a firebrand. Vote her most likely to lead a revolution."
Mike: "What a honey too! Jeez, put her in a uniform and give the girl a gun.
Guavara look out!  Damm, I wish we had cameras to follow her. Uh, I don't
suppose anyone thinks we should do anything but let her go? Can't see how
anything she might do could jepardise the sale, can you?"
Wendy: "What, interfere with a teenage girl asserting her right to public
masturbation, orgies and the keeping of sex slaves? Who, us?" (She grins,
wickedly.) "No, lets see what happens."
Tony: I guess the best we can do about that is the camera in Valoria's room.
I've had it taping, so if we missed anything... but what do you expect from
her? I'd not have thought... could Sally be right?"
Sue: "Switch it over... we really should have set up more monitors, even if
we do want to disguise the rig. Ah... look at that, see... we should have
kept a watch on her too."

The screen has been switched to Valoria's room again, and all is not placid
within. The light is on, and entropy has been busy since their last view.
The chair is overturned off in a corner, as though it has been thrown there.
Papers litter the floor near her desk, as though swept off it in a fit of
temper. Her Sister's habit, that of the stain, is tossed crumpled across the
otherwise clear desktop. Around the closet, its doors wide open, are an
assortment of nightclothes and underwear, strewn across the floor, presumably
flung from the drawer pulled out and dropped.
But the most striking component of the scene is the bed. Its blankets are
tossed back, right off the foot and onto the floor in an untidy heap. On
the bed, naked, fidgeting and tossing, is Valoria.

Although past forty, she is still a striking figure. The full blond, 
Scandinavian look, solidly built but all in the right places. As she turns
to one side, the rise of her wide hips tapers down in a womanly curve along
her still firm thigh. Her stomach is still shapely, with just the right
full swelling below the belly button, and a trim waist above. Tossing
fitfully over again onto her back, her breasts are revealed to be impressive
in size, yet still fairly shapely, standing up in a mound with more of the
firm conical resiliance than many a younger woman. She draws up one leg, knee
in the air, then lowers it. Then the other. Her hands are running up and down
her outer thighs, circling, in the fashion of hands that want to travel
inwards, but are not allowed. She sighs, frustratedly, short-temperedly.

She is muttering to herself, softly, and they strain to make out her words.
"... disgusting young ... hussy... filthy habits... weak, weak! How can she
be so... orgasm.. had to have her filth orgasm... should be chaste, resist
the devil's temptation... thats it, the devil's temptation... she just...
too weak, no willpower... should be strong, like me.... Dear God, how could
I let them see my small weakness... They must think I...  never! never!
The wetness... who can stop that... when... temptation... the devil in me...
but I'm too strong, why can't she be too... Arrgh Satan! You can set your
fires in my loins, but I won't... I can resist.... you can burn your lust
in me, make my flesh run slick with the fluids of base desire... torment
me all you will.. but I won't... won't defile my own body... Arrrhhhhh...
oh it burns... but I am a bride of the Christ... I must remain pure....
Orgasm... I will not betray my Lord... I am pure... please, Lord, release me
from this temptation... please... please... spare me.. take away this ache...
Why oh Lord, why does this girl raise such fires of torment in me? How can
this be? Why did it make me burn so to see.... such animal behaviour... her
private place, so swollen, so... wet...  I meant well, but such a storm it
raised in me... why? The feel... I am so ashamed of the feel inside her...
Is that what my own chaste body would feel like... there? As wet as hers...
to my public shame, and how could I let them see that?" She mumbles on 
inaudibly for several more minutes, tossing and turning, crossing and
uncrossing her legs, always with her palms pressed against some 'innocent'
part of her anatomy - thighs, arms, stomach, forehead, sometimes her bottom,
though even that seems to be a place she forbids herself mostly.
Then she grows louder again. "Then my shame! I could not bear to return!
As they... the shameless... the noises... What could they have been doing,
all together? The sounds... like animals in rut... and I lay here, in shame
doubled by my own weakness! Naked! For fear of the heat in my body, that the
mere touch of cloth.. there... could tempt me... is this strength, my Lord?
Arrrrhhhh! Why does this make me burn more... those sluts, behaving....
I am stronger... I must be strong... must prove my strength... I will go...
no... let them sleep... tomorrow... when I am not... oh, is there no end
to this wetness dribbling... must sleep... I am wetting the sheet! This is
too much to bear, oh my Lord, please.... Oh, she has shown me more than I
wished to know... more... such images that tear at my mind... please...
what?..."

She holds still, silently listening. The microphone picks up nothing but
a faint background hiss, but Valoria seems to hear something.
"What! Again! They must do their disgusting filth again! Over and over it 
seems. Animals, another climax all they think of. Well, tomorrow they shall
pay for their sins, all of them. This time, I will go and catch them at it...
But... this wetness... my weakness... No! I am strong! I will go... I can
resist any temptation... Ohhhhh listen to them, such sexual filth.... no
will... I can resist... any... even the most extreme desire of the flesh...
I must prove myself... yes.. prove my strength... a proof in the eyes of
our Lord... resist any desire... even the call of orgasm... I will show...
right on the brink, I will draw back... yes... a demonstration... a 
consecration, a show of will, I shall go right to the mouth of hell and
laugh in the Devil's face... I know how..."

Valoria tosses over again onto her back, and spreads her legs wide.
She raises her hands together under her chin in a gesture of prayer.
"For you, my Lord. I shall show you the depths of my love for you, in the
desire of my body withheld."
She lowers her hands in a sweeping gesture, to over her crotch. "Give me 
strength, oh Father." And presses them to her open, sultry sex. "OH! Oh
give me strength... Jesus give me strength.." Her body shudders, as she
slips fingers down into the slippery crevice, sliding. "I am strong, I will
not waver... Yea, though I walk through the valley... " Her fingers begin
to rotate and rub at the point of her clit. "I will fear no evil... uhhh..."
Her hips give a strong push upwards. "for the spirit of... uhhhhh ohhhh its"
The fingers slide and dip, stroking down into the dripping vagina below.
"Our Father, who.... ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh...." They work within her, twisting,
turning, with a momentum all their own. "Uhhhhhhh no temptation shall.. uhhhh
overcome me... ahhhhhhh oh oh uh.... hallowed be thy name... uh... right to
the edge, then I shall go... in affirmation... and teach them... uhhhhhh...
oh this... such power... I am strong... uh.........  OHhhh! thats a spot...
oh... oh Lord, such temptation you place within us.... ohhhh like a storm
gathering inside.... this is.... no! Devil, you shall not have me.... I will
come right to your gate, but... ahhhhhhhh.. .. uh... uh... ahhh never...
uhhhh closer yet... How close am... I shall stop... then.. show I can stop
but still... "
She abruptly pulls her hands from her sex. For a moment she lies, hands
fisted at her sides, her hips slowly undulating. "Be still, my body.... still
be still and deny the flames raging...." She takes one hand and presses it
flat on her lower belly, willing her hips be still. Their movement ceases,
and she lies still for moments more, breathing heavily.
"There. Willpower can prevail, even in such a tempest as tears at my vitals
now. Ohhhh such a need! Such desire! Is this not a trully great penitance,
to pay for my Lord Christ? I believe this is worthy! Yes! A dedication of my
body and soul to my Lord! Oh yessss... oh how it burns... for my Lord..."

She raises her torso up on her elbows, and slides up to prop herself against
the head of the bed, half sitting. Legs spread, she gazes down at her 
slippery sex, examining it closely.
"The instrument of earthly love, offered up in sacrifice to our holy Father!
Not just the base flesh, but together with all it can be - the worst of its
need and temptations, as a pure, offering of love! Yes, this is a way to
attone! I must scourge myself, beat myself with the thorns of this flesh,
give my Lord everything, all the need and want these organs of desire can
produce, yet take no relief from the fire for myself! Everything!"
She opens the pink lips wider with her fingers, looking into the details
of delicate labial folds, firm little clit poking up from their juncture.
Down into the tunnel of her cunt's opening. Places a finger there, and
slides it in, deeply. "Everything. So close to the point of release that
I scream. So deeply penetrated that I faint. So tight with need that I
shake with palsy at its denial. So long maintained that I can remember no
other way. A demonstration of my love for Jesus, and the strength of my
resolve in that love. Ahhh... and never, never, to betray my faith with
sinful orgasm, the Devil's pleasure. Mmmmmm.... for my Lord, closer still."

She slides the finger out, then joins it with another, and slides it back
in, slowly, shuddering. "Ohhhh it is all so searinglyly, torturously 
sensitive! Such a divine penitance! Ahhhh... ohhhhh ohhhh...." She is sliding
the fingers in and out, in and out, carefully. "Ahhhhhhhh .... but I can stop
anytime.." She pulls them out, and gazes at her sex, open, wet and needy.
"And here is the whip with which to beat my lust, to mercilessly taunt it."
She places the same two fingers across the tip of her clit, and gives it
a vigorous, rapid back and forth rubbing for a few seconds, then stops.
"AHHHhhh! OH my Lord that fans the desire more than anything! I must become
expert at its use, for bringing myself closer and closer to the point.
"Ohhhh Ohhhhh Uhhhhhh uMMMmmmmmmMMmoohhhhh oh so strong.... so..uhhhhh uhhhh
uh uh.. and stop!" She pulls her fingers away, her belly rigid in need.

"Hmmm... and why just my fingers? I am sure that there are other ways to
keep these fires burning like beacons of my faith. Let me see...."
She rises, naked, and pads off to the bathroom. Returning moments later with
a long handled wooden scrubbing brush. Its handle is about a foot long, and
quite thick. Lying back prone on the bed, she places the tip against her
sex, and firmly pushes it up into herself. "Oh, praise the Lord! This can
certainly bring on much desire." She works it in herself for a while,
experimenting with different strokes, twists and wiggles. When her hips
start an involuntry hunching onto the rod, she pulls it out. "Ahhhh ohhh
yes, that creates a need! What a feeling of emptiness! An excellent trial!
And so easy to fan..." She places the very tip just inside her opening, and
lies there, eyes closed, now and then giving her clit a quick rubbing, and
moaning frustratedly now and then.

So it is the Cresters who first see Sally walk softly into view, and stand
looking down at Valoria in her sexual self-torment.

She stands there until Valoria happens to open her eyes, and as the older
woman lies in stunned immobility, speaks calmly and assertively.
"Hello Valoria. This last half hour has been most instructive. I see now
how your faith transends everything else. Thats good, because now its going
to have something even more interesting to transcend. No.. don't speak, just
listen. You really should lock your door, you know, but too late now. I have
a camera, you know. No not now, I've hidden it before I walked in, But the
shots from the last half hour will come out very nicely, if I say so myself.
Now, your little experiment in self denial may be pious, but it won't look
that way on film. Will it? How'd you like Mother Superior to see you with a
couple of fingers buried in your cunt, eh? You look really horny when you go
'oh ah' too, you know. I bet no one could tell you were really just teasing
yourself for Jesus. Have I got your attention now?"

Valoria is silent for a pause, then "What do you want?"
"Oh, lots of things. None of which will be too hard for you, so long as we
all stay calm. You are going to be reasonable, aren't you?"

"That depends." She sits up, displacing the brush handle from her cunt.
"No, lie back again please. It doesn't depend on anything, except whether
you want the pictures distributed, or not. What I and my friends want, is
not your primary concern."
Valoria is still sitting, about to reply.
Sally: "No, lets get this straight right from the start. I know and you know 
that the pictures would be fatal to your position in the order. You are going
to do as we say. So lie back!" She places a hand on Valoria's chest, half on
her breasts, and pushes her backwards. Valoria seems to fold up, letting 
herself flop right back, legs still over the side of the bed.
"Thats better. Now, something to keep you in the right frame of mind..."
Sally picks up the brush, and slides the handle deeply into Valoria's cunt 
again. Then starts working it in and out slowly, with a stiring motion.
Valoria shudders and weakly raises her hands to grasp Sally's hands on the
rod, but Sally gives the brush a slow, powerful thrust deep into the nun,
painfully deep. "Let GO!" she commands. Valoria gasps in pain and defeat, and
her hands dropping to press palm down on her belly. Sally resumes stiring.
"You are going to do as we wish. In every way. This is just a sample. Oh,
and this idea about not coming? OK, for now lets go with that. But I'll be
the judge of when you get close. So don't bother complaining. All I want to
hear from you right now, is an agreement that you are going to do exactly as
we say. OK, lets hear it. Otherwise I am going to shove this in so hard it
will tear your insides, I'll say I saw you fall over on it while masturbating.
The photos will back me up. Much harder than _this_." Sally rams the handle
in again with considerable force.
"UHhhhhhoooowwww! Oh.. that hurt... please.."
Would you like it again? More pennance? Say it."

"Uhhhh all right... I will do what you want... OWwww!" The woman throws up
her hands, fluttering in pain.
"Good! Dear me, it seems I like hurting you. What a pity for you. How about
this, does this hurt?" She is tilting the handle steeply upward, and pushing
its tip up behind Valoria's belly, making a visible bump in the soft white
flesh below her belly button. She works it around, watching the bump move,
and Valoria wince in discomfort.
"Not much, huh? Cool, it sure is fun to do. Bet it doesn't hurt as much as
some of the things you did to Carol. Yeah, of course she told us. You know
Carol is my lover? Those marks on her breasts look mean. Hey, sit up a
moment." She pulls the brush from its vaginal burrow, and reverses her hold.

Valoria sits up, lost for anything else to do, and relieved at the removal
of the cruelly poking handle from her cunt.
"Now, cup a hand under each of those great big breasts, hold them right out
in front. Yes, like that. But higher. More. OK, now hold that pose. Now,
I'm going to paddle them with this brush, once each. If you let go or move,
I'll give another one each time. Now..."

She takes aim, and stikes in and down onto Valoria's right breast.
Hard enough to raise a welt. Valoria shrieks "Aiiiiiiyyyiiiiiiiooohhhhh.."
but does not let go. She looks down at her pained, reddening globe. There
is a clear print of the back of the brush.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now the other... hold it higher, OK.."
WHACK "Aiiiiioooowwwwwoooooohhh."
"All done. Now. Lie back a moment and spread your legs. Wider. OK."
Sally gets up on the bed and sits on Valoria's chest, facing her legs.
"Just a couple more little details, then we go. My, you are dripping wet,
aren't you? What a lovely, juicy cunny you have. We'll have to see that it
gives you many happy hours of severe frustration. Now, this is just to give
it a bit more colour."
As she speaks, Sally delivers a sharp slap, directly on the opened vulva
and delicate inner membranes. Valoria jerks, lifting Sally's slight weight
for a moment. Sally does it again, a bit to the left. And again, and again,
each time shifting a bit - now her lower belly, now her upper inner thighs,
now the very back of her slit. Valoria settles into a rhythm of jerk and gasp,
jerk and gasp, the gasps becoming deeper and more throaty as Sally works
over the area, continually returning to the central clit.
"You like this, don't you? No, let me put it another way- this really turns
on your burning for Jesus, doesn't it? Doesn't it?" She delivers a very
sharp slap direct to Valoria's cunt.
"Uhg... yes... its making me..... are you going to stop soon?"
"What, afraid you might cum? Would you, if I kept going?"
"I... uh! oh! don't... yes.... I think... OOoohh! I might... soon..."
Ah, well, we don't want that. Its a nice red now, anyway. OK, just the last
thing then. Where's your habit... ah, there."
Sally jumps off, and pulls the waist cord from Valoria's habit. She ties it
around the wooden brush handle, right at the head, leaving a lenght of cord
either side of the knot. Then she stoops and shoves the handle back into 
Valoria's cunt. "Stand up!" Once Valoria is upright, Sally pulls one cord up
between her arse cheeks, around her waist and back to itself, knotting it 
tight. Now the brush is pulled up and back, keeping it firmly encunted.
The other cord, she takes sideways, around Vloria's left thigh. This goes 
around three times, then knots back to itself, pulling the brush head to the 
left against Valoria's inner thigh.

Sally stands back and admires her work. "OK, now walk around the room."
The statuesque older woman meekly does as she is told by the young teen.
Walking, she grimaces at the feeling of the rod working inside her with
every step. But its not too bad. Not painful... just.. stimulating... 
She makes another attempt to test Sally "You know, we should all be getting 
to sleep, don't you think? Surely you've had your fun for tonight?"

Sally: "No. Not at all. There's still a very important demonstration to be
made. Come with me. No, no clothes." She hooks a finger in the loop of cord
around Valoria's waist, and leads her towards the door.
"But where.. not like this...?"
"Oh don't worry, just down the hall to our dorm. You have an apology to
make. Come along." The small girl steers the much larger woman outside.




Back in the dorm, the camera shows all quiet, surprisingly so. Each girl
is in her bed, and the light is out, but thats about all. Its clear that
everyone is awake, and there is constant whispering back and forth.
"She's been gone such a long time.. " "Poor Sally, bet Valoria got her."
"Yeah, tomorrow they'll both be in heaps of trouble.."
"Shhh! Someone's coming... "
All goes quiet, as the girls assume the poses of deep slumber. The door
opens, and Sally enters, flicking on the light.
"Well, did you miss me?" she asks, teasingly. 
"What happened?" "Did you see anything?" "Where were you so long?" "Where
did you go?" A barrage of questions.

Sally says nothing, but reaches out through the part-open door, and pulls in-
the nude and roped figure of Valoria, shivering in embarresment. There is
a collective gasp of astonishment, then total silence.

"Girls, I give us, our dorm sister, now also our real live grownup sex slave.
Val, take a walk around, let everyone see your accessory. Oh, and hold your 
breasts up like you did before. Girls, tonight this is just show and feel
time. You can touch her a little, but not on her twat. I'll explain why
later. Go on, Mistress Valoria. A nice slow walk around. Stop at each bunk
and do a slow turn." Sally gives her a swat on the rear to get her moving.

At first, the girls are too afraid to touch her, just staring at the mature
woman's figure, her blond but thick pubic bush, her breasts much larger than
any of theirs.  Each has a prominent red welt, in the clear shape of a 
hairbrush. Her sex is framed in a circle of rosy skin, inner thighs and
belly showing the evidence of many slaps, even to the finger marks. The
hairbrush handle skews in her cunt at each step.
The first two girls are still in a state of frozen shock as Valoria turns
before them. The third is less inhibited, and grinning, slips off her bed
to stand close to the Sister. She says "Stop there. Hey Sally, did you do
these?" She traces the outline of the breast welts with a long fingernail.
"Cool. _How_ did you get her to do this? This is... unreal..." She has begun
to kneed the woman's breasts, digging her fingers in painfully. "Val, you've
been very bad, haven't you? Much worse than you said I was for talking after
lights out. You caned me then. That wasn't nice. So... Sally, can I give her
a smack too? On her bottom? A real, hard smack? Or two?"

Sally considers a moment, as Valoria cringes in anticipation. Then "Sure,
why not! Lets everyone give her one. She won't mind, will you Val? You see,
I got a whole roll of pictures of dear old Val being very naughty indeed.
Go on Val, say you've been very naughty, and you'd _love_ to have all us
girls give you a nice spanking."

The girl is holding Valoria's nipples tightly. "Ohh this is going to be fun!
Come on, do as Sally says... or I'll pinch you here... here's a little.. come
on, say it...."

Valoria is drawing sharp breaths as the fingers nip at her nubs. She looks
around wildly... and gives in. "Ah! Please.. I'll... all right! Oh! Yes, I've
been very naughty... and... I'll... Oww! I'd _love_ to be spanked... by all
of you.. girls... oh please... I said it... ow! please..."

Sally: "Too slow. Say 'I've been a naughty slut for Jesus, please spank me'
and sound like you mean it. Or Ruth will really give you reason to yell."

Valoria is clearly shocked that the girls would go so far as to mention the 
Lord's name like this, but a tighter nip from Ruth prompts her to drop her
complaint. She blurts out, with emphasis: "I've been a _naughty_ SLUT for
Jesus! Please _spank_ me!" Very convincingly indeed.

Sally: "Good. OK Ruth, let her go. Val, first continue your parade. Go on.
Keep holding those boobs high now!"

Valoria staggers a bit as Ruth releases her pained tits. She walks to the
next bed. There, the girl spends a moment feeling up the great mammaries,
then, with a smirk up at Valoria's tensed face, dips her lips and gives
one turgid nipple a solid, lingering, tongue flicking suck. Val shudders,
her neck arching at the flood of sensation. The girl stops, laughs, and
gives the nip a sharp flick with her finger tip. "She likes that!"

The next girl does the same for Val's other nipple, but longer. By the time
she gives it a parting flick, Val is panting.

And so it goes. Each girl toys with her briefly, each one finding some way
to make their dorm mistress more disconcerted and flushed. Even the two girls
who missed out at first catch her up, and leave their mark. Literally, for
they are not the only ones to add the blood-bruise of a suck-hickey to some
part of Val's anatomy. Her upper arms, shoulders, armpits and breasts all
have the rosy lip-shapes. They'd have done it on her neck too, if Sally
hadn't warned them not to do anything so visible.

The 'tour' has degenerated into a cluster of excited schoolgirls, all doing
whatever they can think of to Valoria at once - though Sally's authority
seems strong and they leave Val's cunt alone. Val is shaking and gasping,
her body undulating with the sensual attack. She is clearly getting very hot.

Sally: "Why Sistor Valoria, I believe the girls are exciting you. We'd
better stop before you discrace yourself, huh? OK girls, thats enough.
Come here. Yes, here. There." Sally guides the woman to stand just to her
fore, facing the other girls. As she addresses the rest, Sally reaches round 
and plays with Valoria's breasts. "You see everybody, Val here has sworn her
body to Christ. One better in fact, she's sworn her body _and_ her sex needs
to Christ. So she figures the more the needs, the more she's giving Christ.
Am I right so far, Val?" Valoria is biting her lip, and barely nods.
Sally: "Well, we'll go into the matter of clear admissions later. Right now
a little demonstration of how Val gives to Christ." Sally unties the ropes
still holding the brush in Val's cunt as she speaks. "Like, I'm going to
diddle Val here till she's _nearly _ coming, then stop. That's what she
wants; thats what she was doing all the time since she left here last. She
figures that if she doesn't cum, then she can't be enjoying it, and so its
all for Jesus." Pulling the brush out of Val's cunt, she ties one rope end
around her wrist, runs the rope around her neck twice with the wrist pulled
up above Val's breasts. The rope is slipped back around itself twice, then
to her other wrist. So the woman's hands are loosely held up near her neck.

Sally: "You could undo that easily, but _don't! OK. Now... " She runs her
fingers down Valoria's front, and into her pubic hair. "Ah, here's the spot.
This little button here really gets you, huh? Yeah, shake it. Thats right.
Most girls call it their pleasure button, but for you its your jesus love
offering, right? There, does that make you really, really needy? Just the
way you want, huh? Here, I'll run my other fingers up here, in your cunt,
just to give it an edge... there, rub this and poke that. Mmmm... that makes
you shiver.... ooopp.... no... I'm not going to do it hard enough, even if
your cunt begs me.... despite you telling it not to.
Yeah, you are really, really hot, aren't you... But you've never cum, so you
don't know... how close... hmmmmm... rub a dub dub... and stop.... and rub..
I can keep this up for ages, you know. You see, since I'm not dying of need
myself, I can judge much better than you how far... how close to go... yeah..
suffer, Val.. When I've trained the other girls how to do this, carefully, we
can have all night 'Val not cumming' sessions. Won't that be fun? What a lot
of need you'll have for Christ. I'm sure he'll appreciate your sacrifice -
you should thank us for helping you give him more of your desire."
She presses against the woman's shivering, swaying naked back. "But enough
of this for now. That will keep you hot for a while. Now for the very last
act. See poor Carol there? You hurt her, and must repay that, with pleasure.
She has recently cum, and that rod in her cunny is not to be removed. You may
use your mouth to give her another orgasm. It may take some real work, but
we'll be giving you incentive. Like this."
Sally takes a long swing, and delivers a powerfull spank to Valoria's rear.
"Owowwwwwahhhh that... ohhhhh... dear god... "
Sally: "Oh, does that hurt? Maybe we should use a cane like you do?"
Valoria: "Oh oh, no, no you can... spank me... do yo seriously expect me to..
to... kiss her... there...?"

Sally: "Absolutely. Carol, lay back on the edge of the bed, legs over the
edge. Val, on your knees, and get that mouth to work. Now! Girls, line up
behind her. One spank each, every 15 seconds, then back to the end of the
line. Hard as you can. Get to it Val, or we _will_ use a cane. We won't be
stopping till Carol cums. Got that? She cums, the spanking stops. Until
then..." Sally delivers another hard swat to the woman's arse, propelling
her toward the proffered snatch.

Valoria stumbles, falling to her knees between Carol's legs. She bends down,
face approaching the teen's cunt, with the rolled facecloth still protruding
obscenely from her cunt. Carol is propped up on her elbows, grinning down
at Val. "Going to give me another '_disgusting_ climax' huh? Funny, I don't
feel much like it just now. Better try real hard, or your _disgusting_ fat
arse will get the shit smacked out of it, eh Val?"

The girls have formed a queue, with alacrity. Girl number one sees no reason
to wait, and puts everything she has into her swing. 'SLAP!' "Ahhhgghhhh!"
Val falls straight forward into the open slit, selfconsciousness forgotten.
She takes to sucking and licking, though reluctantly. Carol lets herself back down
with a "Mmmmmm... Something like that. That'll probably work... eventually."

The next girl slowly counts on her fingers one.. two... three... By the time
she gets to 15 Val has found that the world didn't end when her lips touched
a pupil's sex, and begun to work more convincingly. Carol is lying relaxed,
sighing 'mmmmmm mmmmm...'
The slap drives Val forward, making her grunt into Carol's cunt. Carol gasps
"Oh! Wow, thats.. I could get used to this.... mmmmmm don't stop Val... I'm
barely warm..."
And so it goes. Each girl waits for an interval, sometimes a short, eager
one, sometimes an admiring, carefully timed for effect delay. Valoria gets
rapidly more motivated, and Carol rises in excitement, getting to the panting,
humping and moaning stage by the second go-round of the spanking queue.
Val's arse is very bright - a cheery crimson. And interestingly, her knees
on the rug have crept further apart, tilting up and back _towards_ the
palms stiking her repeatedly. Her twat is open and pouting, dark and dripping
with fuck juice. Its an almost irresistable slap-target, but Sally hovers
close by and warns each girl in sign gestures to avoid touching it. The
way Valoria's cunt muscles are clenching and relaxing as she thrusts her
sex back and up make it very clear what she, or at least her cunt, wants.

The spanking continues. By now Carol is clasping Val's head with her hands,
pumping her hips up to the busy lips and tongue. She is crying "OOoohhhh...
OOOOOoooohhhhh... OOOoooohhharrrrhhhhh.... OOOOOhhhhHHHHhh! OOOoooOOOOoogod..
OOoohhhh Sallyyyyyy.... OOOhhhhh Yessss... ooohhhhhh SSallllyyyy make her do
meeeee... ohhhhhh thank you ohhhhh do me..... do me Sister..... OOOOOHHHhh...
yesss.... push that rod in me... ooooHHHHHhhhHH OOOOohhhhhhh.... Uhhhh Uhhh
Ohhh Uhhhh UUUHHhh Oh lick my clit... OH OHHHH here Uh uh uHHHHH Here it uHHh
hHHhh comes... cums... uh.... .uh............ uuh....... oh......... uhhh..
.......uhhhh...... yes... uhhhhhhhhhHHHHHGGGGGHHHhhhh OOOOHHHHHHHHH......
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHhhhhhHHHh .......... OooooOHHHHHHHHhhhh oh god cuming...
oooohhhhhhhHHHHHHh....... .god... ..  ohhhhh Sister...... ohhhhhh yes....
oohhhh this is soooohhhhhHHHHhhh nasty..... ohhhhh god.... still cuming....
ohhhhh don't let her... stop... oohhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHhh.... .gooood..... ahhhh
Sister.... you make me cum... dirty cum... Ohhhhhhh Screw you Sister...
Ohhhh... uh.... uhhhhhhooooooo... ooooo thats nice.... oh yeah..... mmmmm...
don't stop.... yeah.... oh thats still..... ohhhhh hey... you stopped giving
it to her arse.... ohhh.... yeah, she's still doing it though... um good...."

Carol weakly lifts her head up, and looks down her body at Valoria's head
still working between her thighs. "Wow! mmmmmmmm... has she been doing that
with her arse for long... mmmmmm thats right, Sister, keep that going... Uh
uh uhhhhh.... mmmmmm..."

Sally chuckles: "Yep! Look at her shake that thing. You should see it from
back here- thats one ready cunt. Needing it _real_ bad. Looks like our little
love pats and sucking you off got her more than bothered. Bet she never knew
it could feel like that. How about it Carol, are you done?"

Carol: "hmmmmmm ummmmmm its sooooooo nice.... she's really doing it good...
but, I guess. Unless you want me to cum again? I could easily, like this.
God... mmmmm having Valoria suck my slit is such a turn on.... mmm. Gee, I
really owe you one for this."

Sally: "Huh, we'll talk about that later. Hey, Val! .... Val!  God, she's
really out of it, isn't she. What a fucking demented... still, if this is
what keeping her from cuming does, I like it. Hmmm... anyone got something
like a real dick? Come on, somebody must have something hidden away... the
dorm checks aren't that bad..." There's an awkward silence, as each girl
wonders who might admit such a thing. In a moment, Sally loses patience.
"OK, I wanted to let you volunteer. Chickens. So, Sarah, yours. Yes, I know
about it. You're not the only one either, but thats another issue. Get it."

One of the girls, slightly plump and short, but with an attractive face
and very prominent, bulky boobs that stand up high under her nightie, flushes
a sudden crimson, and stammers "b but but I.. don't I don't.."

Sally: "Sarah. Get it now, or shall we spank you too? Do I have to have a
demonstration of who's in charge around here now that our dear dorm Sister
here is going to be in a fuck-stupor like this anytime I want her to be?"

The girl blinks, then flees to her bedside drawers. She opens the bottom 
drawer, pulling it right out, then reaches into the back of the under space.
Still blushing furiously, she trots back with a very large, fat, flesh 
coloured dildo in her hand. Passes it without comment to Sally, trying to
keep herself between the dildo and the other girls.

Sally: "Thank you Sarah. Thats all. Don't worry, I'll give it back before
you miss it too much." Sarah seems to want to melt into the floor, as the
other girls titter at her embarasment. Sally holds the rubber shaft up in 
front of ther face, by the base, examining it. She gives it a wobble,
letting the length of it sway flexibly from side to side. "My, it is a
_big_ one. So thick. Satisfaction for the larger woman, huh? Wow, does this
really fit, Sarah?" She holds it to her nose and sniffs. "Mmmm I guess it
does." Another round of titters erupts. "Oh don't be silly, Sarah, nobody
minds. And now you don't need to worry about Ms Moral Crusade there finding
it and caning you black and blue. In fact, lets have her find out all about
where it is, and how big. And how good it feels. Just a taste, eh?
Carol, let her go now. Get out of the way... oh? Getting hot again? Oh
well.. never mind. Time for the next act.
Right. Now girls, gather round here. See how Val's cunt is shaking... reckon
she needs it bad, huh? Hey Val, got anything to say? Is your cunt aching
for something up it?" 

When Carol had moved away, Valoria had dropped her head and shoulders to the
mat, so now her rear thrusts alone up into the air. With her knees still wide
apart, her slit is a sight to behold, from behind. One of the girls fetches
a marker pen, and quickly writes 'fuck me here' on Val's arse cheek, with an
arrow towards her blinking cunt hole. Val doesn't even seem to notice.

Sally: "Hmm... thats an idea. Lets see if thats really whats the problem."
She kneels and places the head of the dildo against the dripping love channel.
Pressing ever so lightly, barely enough to hold the head in place at the
inward folding opening.
Valoria goes beresque. Her arse flies backwards, bringing her torso down
parallel with the floor in the process. She wails in frustration as Sally
pulls the dildo away even faster. "NoooooOOOO! Ohhhh nooo."

Sally replies severely: "Oh yes! You get that arse back up there, and keep
it there. Push back like that, and you'll get nothing but another spanking.
You'll get exactly as much of this as I want to give you, not a millimeter 
more. Up! Up!" She lightly smacks the tender bottom back to its former high
position. "Now, take two."

She again holds the head lightly against the desperately wanting cunt.
Valoria shudders and groans in desperate frustration. Her hips shake in
random quick jerks, her muscles rebelling against what little control she
can muster. Her body wants that thing in her, her mind struggles to hold
her fuck-reflexes in check. Sally gives her a light slap to her sensitive
arse, reminding her of Sally's control. Valoria sighs, desparingly.

Sally: "Now Val, I think you are pretty near cumming. I _do_ want you to
know how it feels to have something nice and thick thumping deep in your
cunt, but we all agree we can't have you cumming. So hold still, or we'll
flog your arse till it bleeds. Now, concentrate on how this feels..."
She starts to push for real now, and the wide head sinks into the yeilding
flesh, pulling it into Valoria in a funnel shaped depression. Then, with a
small rotation, Sally gets the lubricating juice doing its job, and the
cock head pops into Valoria's sex. The woman gives a high pitched quavering
wail of surprise and lust, that speaks more clearly than any essay on the
novelty of this sensation to her. The sound of a woman discovering what her
cunt is really for, if the messages it sends to her brain are to be believed.
Sally waits a moment, letting Val's jerky hip movements shake the dildo head
in her pleasure channel. Then she pulls it right out. "Of course, Val, thats
got to be a sin. Anything that good must be bad for you, right? Unless you're
just doing it for Jesus, of course. How does it make you feel? Think you'd
like a bit more? Speak up- you've only got to ask."

Valoria is way too far gone to discuss the philosophy of pleasure. She is
making a series of broken whimpering sounds, her hips circling and searching
for that thing that entered her. She barely manages to articulate "uhth.. uh
tha... uh uho put.. uh put it back.. in..un oh back in... put it... "

"OK."  Sally lines the head up, then rams the greater length of the dildo
suddenly into the begging cunt. And lets go, leaving it deeply embedded,
but floating. "The question is, are you vaginally orgasmic? Its a bit of a
quandry. How do we find out, without having you spoil your vow of dedication
to Jesus? If you're _not_, then we can safely explore the boundaries of
cunt-pounding excitement, without you daring to actually _enjoy_ your own
body -by your definition.
But if you _can_ cum from this sort of thing" She grips the dildo and whips
it suddenly out of Valoria, then rams it back in just as suddenly "then we
have to be very careful. What do you think Val? Does this kind of stuff..."
(She grips the base firmly and gives it a series of deep, hard thrusts, each 
time pulling out almost all the way) "Does that get you going? Hey, I know!
I'll just do this (more thrusting) until you say stop. Hows that? You can
be the judge of when you might be going to cum. Just let me know, I'll stop
instantly, I promise." She continues to thrust the dildo vigorously into the
nun's upturned twat.

Valoria shudders, and thrusting back, mumbles "huuu... hooo Ooooo OK... I..
oohh dear Jesus they torment me soooooo.. .oooooo..... you will st..stop?
Stop when I... oh uhhh... when I say.....?"

"Oh definately! No question! And even if I didn't, that wouldn't be _your_
fault, now would it? So long as you _asked_ me to stop, I'm sure... Jesus...
would... understand...!"  Sally emphasises each word with a hard deep thrust
of the dildo, then a sudden removal. "Now... hold... this... pose!"
The dildo reaming continues, in earnest now, its fat length vanishing into
the slick cleft of Valoria's raised bottom. The nun shudders, and pants,
her red face pressed sideways into the mat, her eyes closed, as she struggles
with her demon arousal. But she holds her but high, accepting the reaming,
even thrusting back to it, welcoming it. As the pistoning continues, her
moans sometimes reveal fragments of her inner turmoil of incoherent self
justification, growing more random as her crisis builds. And build it does.

It seems that she may well be among those gifted women who are vaginally
orgasmic. Sally is not even touching her; only the plastic prong sliding
in her tight novice cunt is driving the nun, but drive her higher it does.
Her muterings become more incoherent, her face redder with each moment.
The girls are all gathered close around, fascinatedly devouring the sight
of their domineering dorm mistress suffering a tight-fitting fate. Sally
is working her with the attention and skill of a steam engine firewoman-
stoking the flames with energy, shovelling the coal to her, building a
head of steam fit for a freight train about to attempt a steep grade.

Grinning, but commanding, Sally quietly instructs the girls to hold Valoria
in that position. Keeping her knees wide, arse high in the air, and her
face and shoulders pressed into the mat, they spread her arms out wide
and sit on them, also her shins and feet. Many hands rest on her rounded,
high arse, stabilising it. All the naked nun could do now is shudder - her
arse is fixed in place by the tripod of her thighs and spine. Pythagorous
would have been enthralled. Sally continues the lecture on concave geometry
at the tripod's apex, and Valoria keeps taking it to heart - or at least to
somewhere behind her belly button. Her appreciative groans grow deeper.

Sally experiments with different strokes, with twistings and stiring actions.
Valoria gets redder and redder - the dark blush spreading from her face, up
her shoulders, her torso. Her groans grow deeper and deeper, till she is
almost growling like an animal. Sally finds a particular tilting stroke,
with a quick circular stiring at its deepest, that seems to rock the nun
severely. She concetrates on this. Valoria goes almost silent apart from
the hard panting. She seems so close, and perhaps has forgotten her resolve
to 'say when'. Sally strokes her, stirs her insides, presistently.

Then the nun, shuddering, drooling on the mat, mutters "Uhhh thats... you
must... stoooohhhh... stop.. Oh! St.. stop! I'm... ohhh...."
Sally takes no notice at all, and continues to thrust the shaft into the
nun's cunt, maintaining that devastating tilt-and-stir action. Valoria
becomes frantic! "Ohhh! S..Sally! Stop! You must...Uhhhhh STOP! I'm uhhhh
going toooo oohhhh if you don't I'm...ohhhhaaaarhh.... Huhhhhhuuuuuu.. Stop
it! Stop please! *Uhhhhhhhh... stop... uhhhh st..." In contradiction to her
words, her rear is shuddering, thrusting in its constraint back against the
reaming dildo. Suddenly Sally pulls it out, leaving the swollen twat gaping
wide at the watching gorls.

"So, you want me to stop? Are you really, really close to cumming? You think
Jesus is really, really impressed with your dedication to him?"

"Mmmmmmoooohhhhh... yessss.. uhhh I'm sooooo... I think I.... ohhh dear
Jeeesussss.... it burns me sooooo.... I think I would.. I am sooo.... "
She pants, eyes closed, fists balled, struggling a little against the girls
holding her down, her arse muscles clenching repeatedly.
Sally sits back on her heels for a few moments, admiring the sight. Then she
shakes her head in disbelief, and speaks scornfully-

"You are one fucked up crazy bitch, you know? What do you expect to do now,
just go back to your room and go to sleep? Yeah? You think you could sleep?
Stupid! You'd lie awake till morning, then feel incredibly bad 





-tbc-