Chapter 4

Late the next morning Monique finally left the bed in which she'd luxuriated all night. Naked in front of the mirror she stared at her body. Stripes were still visible on her breasts and buttocks, the symbols of her flagellation.. She spent several hours bathing and lathering her body with soothing creams, then spent the remainder of the day resting and regaining her strength. Selma called later that afternoon with instructions to meet her at nine o'clock at the crossroads.

"Dress as you wish," she instructed, "as long as you wear a short skirt and an easily opened blouse. And a mask, too, my dear; don't forget the mask. You'll see. They love little girls where I'm going to take you."

So that night, under her cape, Monique was dressed in an extremely short skirt that revealed most of her thighs, and a black zippered cardigan that clung to the curves of her breasts. A black mask over her eyes completed her attire.

Selma's car took them quickly into the country and along several back roads. An hour later she stopped in front of a long, low building, modern and simple. At their knock the door was opened by a solemn-faced nun clad in grey robes. She led them through an empty echoing corridor to another room where a red lamp was the only source of light. The nun disappeared, leaving Selma and Monique alone.

While they were waiting, Monique examined her friend. Selma was dressed in a velvet skirt, so short that it barely covered her prominent mound, that left visible the lower curve of her buttocks. She very obviously wasn't wearing any panties. Her legs were bare; her feet were enclosed in high heel pumps of black leather. Her back was entirely bare - a little string around her neck was maintaining a triangle of dark material that covered her breasts and joined with the skirt at the belt. She also wore a mask on her face.

A second nun entered the room and eyed them. She was dressed in a black robe cut very low in front so as to show the base of her firm breasts. The garment was unhooked in front. allowing the women full view of her mount and thighs. On her head a black veil of silk framed her face, and fell all the way in back to her loins. She stopped in front of Monique, admiring her unabashedly.

"You are late. Sister Gudula is impatiently waiting for you. She's been warming her tits."

"Not too hard, I hope?" interjected Selma, already jealous of the attention being lavished on her companion.

The nun shook her head. "You know that Gudula has little experience with women. She is used to little girls only...'

She was leading them out of the room as she spoke, taking them to a large chamber further down the hall.

Monique could see shadows moving in the semi-darkness. The walls were covered with ornate tapestries. Around the room, along the walls, were three narrow sofas. In the center was another sofa of the same type. Here and there leather stools were arrayed like strange mushrooms that seemed to have sprung up from the floor.

The room was immersed in silence, interrupted from time to time by coarse moans. All the silhouettes were leaning over the center sofa, except for two that seemed locked in a coital embrace in the corner. Monique, her eyes becoming accustomed to the dim light, began to identify the shapes. They were nuns, dressed similarly to the one that had ushered them in. The only differences were in the size of the breasts that stood revealed.

Selma took her by the hand and led her closer to the sofa. The other occupants parted to let them through. On the couch. spread-eagled on her hack, was a naked woman. Her legs and thighs were sheathed in transparent silk stockings. Her feet were delicate and contained by expensive slippers. Her belly was a white plane in the darkness, beneath which there sprang a thick fleece.

Dominating all her other features were two huge breasts, which trembled under the massed scrutiny of the women in the room. The erect nipples were abnormally big and hard. The woman's head was concealed under the skirt of a nun who straddled her face. A sucking noise that was coming from under the skirt merged with the unending moan of the nun.

Selma casually lifted the skirt, uncovering a pair of large, spread buttocks. Between the thighs the nude woman's neck and chin were barely visible; her mouth was glued to the yawning cunt.

Selma looked at the nun as the woman leaned over the huge boobs, titillating their peaks. With the other hand the nun was caressing her own clitoris and bringing herself to a rapid orgasm with the assistance of the diligent tongue.

Selma nodded to Monique. "It appears as though Mother Superior is taking her little communion. Once she's done, it'll be our turn to partake of this delicious naked morsel."

Selma waited patiently while the nun continued her gyrations. She amused herself by grabbing one or the other of the huge tits of the recumbent woman, pinching it and twisting it until a muffled groan escaped from the pussy-filled lips. The superior finally collapsed on the sofa, freeing the head of the woman.

Monique scanned her features. She was attractive in a common sort of way; her face was wide and flat, though the lips were sensuous and full and cherry red. She thought the woman could hardly be over thirty-five. The nuns moved back. The woman rose from the couch, still panting, the nun's precious juices still on her lips. Then she caught sight of Selma and she froze in seeming panic. She didn't resist as two nuns, their boobs flopping out of their opened blouses, led her to a short, narrow bench covered with leather. They made her sit astride one end, her legs bent backwards, while her wrists were tied to the transverse support by leather bands. Suddenly shy, she tried to conceal her breasts from Selma's eyes. Clearly these two knew each other, thought Monique.

Selma pulled the hands from the large mammaries. "Come on, dear. Let me see those water-wings that you carry around." Selma caressed the huge globes and weighed them with ill-concealed delight. "You'll see how good it will be to have them spanked," she said to the nervous woman. "Tell me that you want it! Tell me..."

The woman, eyes closed, remained silent. Selma slapped her tits, setting them quivering. Then she pushed the woman onto her back against the bench. A nun had already placed a pillow under her and now tied her hands to manacles on each side. The huge boobs now rolled toward the neck of the woman, whose head was now positioned lower than her belly. Selma positioned herself astraddle the naked abdomen facing the boobs that she was going to 'treat.' She grabbed them with both hands, though they were much too large for her to grasp fully.

"Look at these," she said, turning to Monique. "No buttock could reach such splendid proportions. I'm really going to cherish them."

The woman, the blood rushing to her head, was sighing softly under the precise and hard pressure of Selma's hands. But now Selma raised her arms and methodically began to slap the breasts as she would the fanny of an undisciplined child. She almost seemed to be in ecstasy at the sound of the slapped flesh. The tits were crushed, teased, crushed again beneath her blows, then pushed sideways. The nipples clearly were getting harder and harder.

Two of the nuns, as they observed these proceedings, unhooked Monique's sweater, freeing her magnificent breasts. They began caressing the silky flesh, which had so recently been brutally manhandled. They stroked her mounds and circled her dark nipples with their fingertips. But soon their hands were wandering under the short skirt to the firm and sensitive globes of her buttocks. Monique held herself upright with an arm around each of their waists. Immediately their curious fingers found her notch and they immersed their fingers in it. They separated her taut flesh and probed within the slit, scouring the conch-like membranes until Monique was sure she'd collapse from the rising sensations. The nuns in turn lifted their skirts to enable Monique to return the caress.

Off in the corner, the couple she had noticed when she'd entered the room finally reached the climax of their activity in a spasm that appeared much more masculine than feminine. But since she was the only one paying attention to the erotic denouement, she returned her concentration to the matter at hand.

From the bench, the long and monotonous cry of the woman was mounting as Selina continued to slap the vibrating mounds of breast meat. The woman was convulsively trying to avoid the blows by twisting her body in all directions. But tied as she was, she didn't stand a chance. Selma, a merciless amazon, held the quivering flanks between her thighs and methodically continued her torture.

"Just like the buttocks.. .how nice.. .how beautiful. Feel how hard I'm slapping your tits. Feel it..."

She continued frantically slapping the soft and already swollen flesh. Finally she stopped, her hands tired and stinging. She signalled for a pillow to be placed under the head of the unfortunate woman. Then without changing hen position, she began to pinch, press and roll the breasts, as a baker would roll his dough. The woman's cries were affecting all those present; their hands instinctively rose to their breasts, as if they too were menaced. Selma was knocking the tits together and the wet slapping noise filled the room. Then she took the turgid nipples between her fingers. A drawn-out cry of pain came from the woman's lips as Selma pulled the nipples, pinching the peaks, and lifting the whole bulk of those globes by that woefully insufficient lever. She twisted the soft crests of flesh, then vigorously crushed them between thumb and forefinger, bringing a holler of pain.

Meanwhile, someone had knelt behind Monique, spread her legs, and begun to kiss her buttocks passionately. Monique opened her thighs and allowed the nose to insinuate itself between the half moons. She could feel the hot breathing caress the inside of her legs and the fingers prod at the base of her belly. A long, deep, inhuman cry indicated that Selma was pulling the nipples as if she intended to tear them away from the tits. Silence descended, then the room was filled again with the shrill cry of the woman. Monique shuddered and put her fingers on the buttocks of the nuns at her side. Some sort of sadistic curiosity was preventing her from leaving. A wet finger started prodding her anus - and attempting to penetrate. Monique, fascinated by the sight of Selma torturing the woman, closed her thighs. She couldn't imagine such treatment being pleasurable to that poor soul, but then she remembered her own unwilling responses under the lash. She saw Selma pull at the nipples another couple of times and then geot to her feet. Her own juices had left a shining spot where her cunt had contacted her victim's belly. She leaned over and sucked at the erect nipples where the blood hovered just beneath the surface of the skin.

Monique's eyes widened as a nun brought Selma a many-thonged whip and withdrew the pillow from under the woman. The breasts immediately stood out more prominently. Selma lifted her arm, and with a hiss of displaced air the straps crashed on the twin globes. The woman hollered and seemed to shrink under the blow.

Experiencing it was one thing, thought Monique; but she never imagined the horror of watching such a cruel fustigation. The pace was extremely fast; Selma's strength seemed multiplied by her unholy lust. She was hitting the breasts as if they were the most hardened ass. The woman's body was twitching and twisting; between her thighs the woman's pussy was yawning and closing rhythmically with the tempo of the whipping.

The nipples were reaching an extremely abnormal size under the vigorous treatment. Monique, half sick, allowed herself to be led out of the room by the two nuns. Through the thick door the kiss of the whip and the cries of the woman were still perceptible.

She was taken into a small side chamber and pushed onto a sofa. It was dark. Both her breasts were sucked and fondled. A face came between her legs and a greedy mouth started licking her cunt. She sank into a quagmire of delicious acceptance and reached down to run her hands across the head that so pleasured her. She felt rough cheeks and a stubble of whisker on the chin. It was a man! Then she shrugged her shoulders. Did it really matter? As in a dream she let herself be rolled over onto her belly. The animal scent of the leather couch was thick in her nostrils as she felt the thick tool of the man slide between her ass cheeks and arrive at her rectum.

The man placed his burning cockhead against her asshole. Her muscles struggled against the impending penetration, then he was breathing against her neck, his hands were against her breasts, his belly pressed her buttocks... and he impaled her with his virility.

The assault was ferocious. Through her blurred senses she could still hear the cries of the woman in the next room, but now that she was being fucked in the ass she couldn't care less about any- one else's fate. He rocked against her ass cheeks, drawing his turgid shaft in and out so that the head made steady contact with the hard ring of muscle at her entrance. Too excited, he began to spurt his milky cream into her before she could reach her climax. Knowing this he remained in her and continued his attack without decreasing its intensity. He drilled into her, letting his still hard prick seek out every niche of her anal canal. Once more Monique felt pleasure knocking at the door. The man continued his relentless shuttle, plunging in so far that his balls slapped her buttocks, and drawing out so far that the head was barely inside her. And while the vociferous exclamations of pain from the next room filled the air, Monique sank into an abyss of pleasure in which she indulgently wallowed.

The man withdrew from her and disappeared before she could even get a good look at his face. A nun re-entered the chamber and took her to a bathroom lit by a purple light. There she made Monique lean forward over the sink counter and she stuck a long ivory nozzle up her butt. The cool, cleansing enema was balm to the sore ass of the girl.

Afterward she was returned to the original room. The silence was oppressive, episodically troubled by a long inarticulate cry that a wounded animal would make. Slumped on the bench, the large-breasted woman lay motionless, her mouth half open. A brighter light was focused on her tits and Monique suddenly understood the reason for her continued moans and screams. Horrified, Monique considered the results of Selma's sadistic tendencies.

The huge globes were now two shapeless bulks of red pulp. The blows of the rod were marked in darker stripes than the crimson streaks of the whip. Some stripes had cut through the mounds of the nipples, and in each congested peak were stuck twelve gold needles. Monique couldn't stand the sight and turned her eyes in another direction.

Selma had removed her skirt, baring her muscular buttocks and thighs. The nuns in the room were now almost completely naked and watching eagerly for the next scene of the play to unfold. Selma reached out her hand to one of the nuns, who placed in her palm a large stem. It was about twelve inches long and the diameter of a candle, and terminated at both ends in a thick bulb that resembled a cockhead. In one smooth motion Selma rammed one of the extremities of the tool into her victim's cunt, forcing it in past the untouched lips of the slit. The woman cried again and opened her eyes, looking around her with frightened eyes. One half of the stem hung out of her pussy as Selma held her in place.

Then Selma lifted the woman's thighs and placed them on each side of the bench. She squatted above the offered cunt, placing her own pussy on the other end of the dildo. Lowering herself slowly she impaled herself on it. When it was fully enfolded by her eager cunt, her buttocks pressed against the belly of the hapless woman.

She leaned on her victim and began to fondle and caress the tortured breasts.

The feeling must have been sweet, for as Selma rode the dildo up and down it was possible to hear her sighs and moans. The woman also couldn't resist the pleasure of the tool in the hot recesses of her vulva. Forgetting all about her pains she began to pant and gasp, mixing her cries with Selma's.

Monique felt rough hands separate her buttocks and a finger play with her asshole. Annoyed she moved away and found a corner where one of the sisters was masturbating alone. She listened to the urgent moans of the two women mutually impaled as she watched the nun who was occupied with her own pleasure. She could hear the wet noise of the flesh, lathered with the womanly juices, rubbing back and forth. Her eyes drifted to the center of the room. Sometimes Selma was rising on her toes, agitating her cunt from top to bottom against the pole that was buried in her. Then she would glue herself to the other oozing pussy and writhe around on the hot flesh. She removed all the needles in the woman's breasts and sucked voraciously at the nipples where the blood appeared in tiny pinpricked patterns. Then the spasms started. With a sob the woman arched her back and pumped her hips furiously against Selma. At the same time, Selma rode the crest of her own orgasm, bucking and hopping from the extremity of the thrill that coursed through her body. Finally she collapsed on the body of the woman.

"No need to stay here," whispered a voice in Monique's ear. It was the nun who had been masturbating herself in the corner. She had a very young face surrounded by a halo of golden hair. "Come and see the darlings of our convent." She led Monique out of the room and through a long corridor.

They arrived in a dormitory filled with beds that immediately reminded Monique of the boarding schools she had attended as a child. The sister pushed Monique toward one of the beds. On the sheet was a young girl, actually not much younger than Monique herself, she noted, who with naked thighs apart was dreaming in sweet abandon. Her young mount was already feathered by a short brown fleece.

Already the nun had taken into her mouth the sharp little point of one of developing breasts. Monique did the same with the other and amorously sucked at the taut fragrant skin of youth. She felt the hands of the now- awake girl slide under her buttocks. Monique lowered her head to the thinly-mossed pubis and kissed it softly, intoxicated by its luscious perfume. Her tongue wandered through the damp pleats of the slit, found the lovebud that was already developed by the repeated suctions it had received. She put her arms around the thighs and lifted them. Under her eyes the landscape was charming. The joint of the cunt and the anus was clearly visible. While her mouth was glued to the girl's cunt, her finger, wetted by saliva and the sap of that delicious pussy, descended to the puckered brown flower and reamed its edges. Then it returned to gather more sap, and drilled softly in the intimate flesh of the girl. The nun, smiling, was caressing the youthful breasts and watching Monique's voluptuous buttocks. The girl began to writhe under Monique's careful ministrations, raising her hips and mashing her virginal little pussy against Monique's lips. Soon the girl's sighs changed to whispered cries of love and the nun placed her mouth over the girl's own to smother the outburst. In a slow and potent spasm, the young girl let herself fall back on the sheet where she remained motionless.

Monique got up again, her lips wet with the girl's succulent juices. She leaned over her and kissed her lips passionately.

The nun whispered in Monique's ear: "Pleasant little lover, isn't she?"

Monique smiled, and after an embrace with the girl, followed the nun out of the dormitory. The nun grabbed her as soon as they arrived in the deserted corridor and kissed her on the mouth repeatedly. Her hands crushed Monique's buttocks and fluttered upward to palpate her pendulous breasts.

"You know that you excite me terribly, don't you? Come now and see my other darling. I'm sure that she'll know how to satisfy you."

She led Monique through a heavy door off a side passage into a large room where a single light was burning. Four sofas comprised the only furniture. The floor was covered with a thick carpet. Sweet cries were coming from one of the corners and Monique could see a nun, her skirt rolled above her waist, holding between her thighs the completely naked form of one of her sisters. This woman was sucking the cunt offered to her with a solid appetite. The noise of the suction she created was perceptible even at the other end of the room. On another sofa a completely naked woman with an abundant pair of tits was reclining languidly, her arms folded behind her head. On the other sofa was a young girl in a similar pose.

The nun turned around to look at Monique and inclined her head toward the girl. In the dim light Monique was able to see her great beauty - unusual in one so young. She was lithe and muscled. Her breasts were round and pink-tipped. The pale stomach was perfectly flat and the sweet little pussy was sheltered by a wispy matte of golden curls. Her thighs were long and well rounded. Her face was a slate on which innocence and sensuality were drawn in equal measure.

The other nun who lay naked on the couch rose and drew close to Monique. The visitor had to admire the solid, but elegant frame of her body. The waist was thin and curvaceous; the breasts were heavy but firm. Monique ran her fingers lightly over the offered tits and the smooth plane of the stomach. The hair on the woman's mount was thick and rich. Monique felt the excitement rise in her as she reached down and stroked the inviting pussy lips.

"Now, sister Angelica," said the nun who had escorted Monique, "did we enjoy ourselves tonight?"

"Yes, sister Elisa," answered the other. "Five times has my belly been mounted..."

"And is that all?" interrupted sister Elisa, caressing the other nun's hard, pebble-textured nipple.

"Oh no! My bottom has been visited twice and my tongue has dispensed happiness four times."

Sister Elisa nodded her approval. "That's very good. And what of you, my little darling?" she said, turning to the young girl on the couch. "Did you officiate well, too?"

The girl smiled and slipped her hand into the nun's blouse. "Be proud of me, sister Elisa. My tongue is hurting because it's dispensed pleasure so many times. Fifteen of the elder girls have accepted my caresses."

Elisa's eyebrows arched. "And you? Have you been satisfied?"

Her response was a frown. "Well, they did caress me a little, but only one was able to make me feel good with her tongue."

Monique was listening to these confessions while sister Angelica was stroking her buttocks under the skirt. But then, without warning, sister Elisa pushed Monique onto the sofa and virtually tore the clothes from her. Greedy mouths sought out her nipples; her legs were propped up so that her most intimate parts were exposed. While the two nuns continued nibbling on the generous tits they'd discovered, the young girl began a slow and methodical suction of Monique's cunt. From the anus to the slit, the pointed tongue brushed the flesh and darted deeply into the nearest orifice. Sometimes she simply sucked at the whole flesh of her cunt, sending shivers like electrical currents through Monique's entire body. In no time at all Monique was panting with pleasure, twisting in all directions and moaning her delight.

The girl was paying a definite tribute to the puckered flower of her ass. She reamed it with her tongue, scouring the outer edges of the muscle and flicking inside the opening. Then she returned to the pussy, drilling her tongue against the membranes just within the lips of the slit. Monique couldn't resist any longer. She dug her fingers into the buttocks of the nuns, arched her belly, uttered a coarse cry, and came with all her strength.

The nervous waves coursed through her body as she let down her passionate flood. Then she lay back, exhausted, on the couch.

When she regained her senses under the simultaneous kisses of the girl and sister Elisa, she saw sister Angelica embracing another nun. She was caressing the buttocks and the plump thighs. Then Angelica went to kneel by the side of the couch, legs apart. Monique looked at the woman's cunt, in full bloom, with its heavy fleece of curly black hair. The other nun lifted her skirt and revealed the object being readied for the impending penetration-a gigantic phallus attached to her waist by little velvet bands. The nun came closer to sister Angelica, placed the head of the instrument against the taut pussy lips, reared back and pushed. Angelica moaned softly as the phallus embedded itself. Buttocks against belly, the two women began fucking. The nun, leaning forward, began to clutch and crush the dangling breasts of sister Angelica. She continued to agitate the pole in the greedy cunt, rotating it around and accentuating the pleasures in her partner.

Monique smiled, understanding at last the meaning of the word "visited." Then her hands found the head of the young girl, which was already descending to her belly once again. On the sofa, sister Angelica had given herself over completely to the lusts of her friend. Her heavy tits slapped under her, and her buttocks echoed the sounds when the belly thrusting the dildo into her oozing cunt crashed against her. The dildo rammed in and out, glistening with the juices of the moaning nun. Finally she began to utter inarticulate words and little screams that marked her climax. The other collapsed also on her friend's body, and Monique guessed that she must have come merely at the idea of the pleasure she was giving her friend. Monique knew she wouldn't be able to resist a triple assault when Angelica rose from the sofa and joined sister. Elisa at sucking Monique's boobs. The young girl continued to lick Monique's cunt until the juices rose in an inexorable flood and ran to the hungry mouth. The girl looked up with Monique's cream running down her chin and she eagerly lapped up any of it that she could reach with her talented tongue.

"Perhaps we should try to find Selma now," Monique suggested, freeing herself from the embraces that would have kept her there had they been able. Elisa and Angelica reluctantly agreed and helped her to dress. Then they led her to still another room where a jigsaw puzzle of naked female bodies awaited them. The smell of pussy juices and sweat filled the room. In one corner, standing against a wall, a nun was offering her naked ass to Selma's whip. Selma, entirely naked, was whipping the proffered cheeks in a frenzy of wanton lust. The woman was resisting, keeping her thighs tightly closed. Monique had to admire her strength, knowing from experience the intensity of the correction the nun was receiving.

Selma was getting tired. Monique could see that she was finally exhausted by the energy she'd expended during her depraved orgy. Monique asked one of the nuns about the woman Selma had tortured earlier and was relieved to hear that she'd been freed from the sadistic passion of the mistress of the whip and was recovering in a nearby cell.

Selma, seeing Monique, swaggered over to her, embraced her, and with savage passion, glued her mouth to Monique's cunt. Monique kneeled and lay back on the floor, Selma's face still deep in her pussy. Resigned, Monique pulled sister Elisa to her, and brought the girl's shapely ass down on her face. The nun's cunt was squarely on her mouth and Monique darted her tongue into the eager slit. The three of them came together slowly and calmly.

The bell of the convent struck midnight, signalling the end of the evening's activities. The nuns, satiated and exhausted, began to get dressed. Monique freed herself from the other bodies and pulled her clothes together. As Selma caressed one last time the buttocks of the sister she had just flagellated, Elisa embraced Monique and whispered in her ear:

"You will come back? Tonight was a little special, but we can introduce you to more refined and subtle pleasures. You'll see how happy you can be..

Monique nodded her assent and left with Selma. The ride home was quiet until Selma turned to her just before they arrived at the villa.

"You wanted to come tonight. I never insisted that you come. And so you shouldn't judge me. Do you know how rare the woman is who lets her breasts be flagellated as I did tonight? Three times a year that woman offers herself as payment to the man who assumes the expenses of the school to which she sends her daughter. Tonight it was to be the superior who whipped you at the monastery. Don't be angry with me. In exchange for bringing you to the monastery, he gave me his turn tonight. I have been waiting a long time to torture those delectable breasts of hers."

Monique was invaded with a strange shame as she learned of the bargaining that had been conducted over her. She tried to understand the desire that had possessed Selma.

"Don't be afraid for the woman," Selma continued. "She's used to such treatment. Usually the punishment is administered to her by men, and they're much stronger than I am. If you knew what her breasts have already endured. As far as you're concerned, you have no need to worry about anything. You know that I have just one desire, to hear your cries of pleasure. If your flesh is sometimes chastised, it will always be my hand knowing your intimacies."

She stroked Monique on the cheek. "Do you regret your adventures with me? Didn't you find satisfaction in the dark corners of the convent, just as I promised? Shouldn't I whip you for having let your cheeks become prisoner of the youthful thighs of a certain beautiful girl?"

Monique blushed in spite of herself.

"Do you know that while my rod was whipping the breasts of the mother, you were sucking the cunt of her daughter?"

Monique jumped with surprise. She could still see in her mind the body of the girl on her bed, her voluptuous pussy.

Selma leaned over, kissed her on the lips and insinuated her fingers between her buttocks. "I leave you now, my darling. Go and get some rest and dream of the day that you will pay your debt to Claudie Merval and me for the education that we are providing to you."

With a last kiss she spun the car out of the drive, leaving Monique standing confused and alone at the darkened entrance of the villa.