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Blasphemy – A Thanatos Tale for Easter – Part One

Spring is in the air as the Archdiocese prepares for the annual Easter Celebration.Bishop Andrew Wormsley sits in the spartan study of the Head Mistress of OurLady of Endless Misery School for Girls. His host, Mother Superior Avila sitsbeside him. The nun, like every teacher in the private high school, is a memberof the Sisters of Dolorous Countenance, one of the few holy orders whose memberscontinue to wear traditional black and white habits. The priest and nun siton a leather couch in front of a large color television. At a desk nearby sitsSister Fidget. Her fingers skillfully manipulate the knobs and levers of asmall console. She uses this device to control the dozens of tiny hidden camerasin the school's locker room. The bishop and the head mistress gaze at the imagesof naked and half-naked teenaged girls who have no idea that they're beingwatched, let alone recorded. Wormsley can feel his cock thicken at the sightof plump pubescent breasts and tight young asses. When he was sixteen he snuckinto a theater that was showing the film "Carrie". Ever since seeing the openingsequence, filmed in the steamy locker room filled with naked schoolgirls, he'sbeen obsessed with teenaged flesh. As he stares at the screen, he's glad hedecided to wear a cassock rather than one of the black suits he normally wears.He is naked beneath this long tunic. Mother Superior Avila and Sister Fidgetare naked too, underneath their voluminous gowns.

"There! There she is!" exclaims Avila as her assistant captures the imagefrom one camera and then another. "That's Christine Lamb, the one I want youto see. I think she'll be perfect for the ceremony."

The priest's smile widens at the image on the screen. Christine Lamb standsin front of her locker. She wanted to spend more time on the balance beam beforecoming in to shower and change. Consequently, the fifteen year-old girl isstill wearing a pink leotard and white tights. The colors compliment the naturallyblond beauty's flawless peaches and cream complexion. Pretty, naked girls flankher. They giggle and gossip, breasts and buttocks jiggling, while they reachfor folded towels that hang from their lockers. Although she remains clothed,Christine Lamb is so remarkably beautiful that the nudity of her classmatesfails to distract Bishop Wormsley. Nor does her sweat-soaked clothing doesnot repel him. On the contrary, the priest would like nothing more than tohave Miss Lamb peel off her soaking tights and wring them over his upturnedface so that her sweet sweat can fall into his open mouth.

Ever observant, Mother Superior Avila notices that the bishop is breathingmore heavily than before. She glances down at his lap and smiles to see thathis erect cock has made a tent of the black material of his cassock. The severelooking woman turns her head and nods at the only other person in the room.Sister Angela has been standing behind the head mistress and the bishop, watchingthe images of the naked girls on the TV. At twenty-one, she is the youngestteacher in the school. Without hesitating, the beautiful nun walks over tothe priest and drops to her knees before him. He smiles when she lifts thehem of his cassock up his legs and over his hard cock. The young nun leansforward until her lips are inches from the purple head of the priest's dick.She stares in fascination at the clear drop of pre-cum that dribbles out ofhis piss slit. She grins and mumbles a prayer. "Holy Mary, Mother of God. Giveme the power to suck cock to the greater glory of the Father, the Son and theHoly Spirit. Anoint my tonsils with holy cum. Amen." She then lowers her faceand opens her lips, taking the large purple head of the Bishop's cock withher warm mouth. Her lips form a tight ring around the base of his glans. Wormsleygasps when the nun sucks his pre-cum as if his dick were a straw filled withcock grease. She swirls her tongue around the priest's cock head. The prettynun taps her pointed tongue directly into his piss slit. She then sucks theremainder of his seven-inch member into her mouth.

Despite the talented tongue of the young nun, Father Wormsley's attentionremains fixed on the image of Chrissy Lamb on the television. The teenagerhas peeled off her leotard and stands in her tights. She removes her sportsbra. The priest almost cums at the sight of the slender girl's creamy breasts.Unlike most girl gymnasts, her breasts are large. Cherry-red nipples adornthe tips of her firm mounds. Apparently, Chrissy's gymnastic efforts have excitedher for those nipples stand erect, resembling pencil erasers. Most of the othergirls in the locker room have gone into the showers. The teen rolls down hertights. Sister Fidget switches to another camera and Chrissy's taut ass fillsthe screen. Supported by long curvaceous legs, Chrissy's ass is a pink wonder.Perfectly symmetrical pillows of flesh separated by a deep crack. The girlbends all the way over to examine one of her toes and the crack of her asswidens to reveal the pretty bud of her asshole. The fleshy lobes of her virgincunt lips grace the apex formed by her legs. Chrissy straightens and turns.Her pubis is covered with a wispy down of blond curls.

"She's delightful," gasps Bishop Wormsley as Sister Angela gobbles down hiscock. "Are you sure she's a virgin?"

"Oh, yes," responds Sister Avila. The thirty-five year old nun has hikedup her habit so that its hem is at her waist. She's wearing no underwear exceptfor a red satin garter belt that holds up red stockings. A devout lesbian,Sister A. is almost drooling at the image of young Chrissy Lamb. She takesthe large golden crucifix that hangs from her belt and slides the end of itinto her cunt. She presses Christ's head and the cross begins to vibrate. "Chrissyis a good girl," she says breathlessly. "Besides, she had her annual physicallast week and Dr Crumb assures me that her hymen is intact."

"Dr Crumb!" laughs the bishop. "I'm surprised the old lecher didn't try topop her cherry while he was looking up her snatch."

Mother Superior Avila laughs. "He knows that he won't be invited to the EasterCeremony if he fucks the virgin who will probably be its star performer. Ican assure you, he gets his fill of pussy from the other little sluts who attendthis fine academy."

By now, Sister Angela's head is bobbing vigorously up and down on the spit-shinedcock of the priest. Her mouth overflow with saliva and cock juice. The bishopwatches young Chrissy follow her classmates into the shower. Cameras locatedin the large communal shower room show images of dozens of naked teenaged girlssoaping themselves and each other. The camera catches two young girls lockedin a tight embrace. Their lips are clamped together and their tongues exploreeach other's mouth. The image fades and Chrissy Lamb fills the screen. Herbeautiful body glistens as water pours over her. She uses both hands to massagesoap over her firm breasts. Her red nipples peak out between her fingers. Watercascades down her breasts and belly and floods her pink triangle of pubic flesh.Chrissy has a look of blissful peace on her innocent face. She appears to bein a world of her own. She doesn't appear to notice the raucous laughter ofher classmates as they push and shove each other in the shower.

Mother Avila is moaning now as the vibrating cross sends waves of pleasureinto her pussy. The young nun blowing Bishop Wormsley grabs the base of thepriest's cock. She presses her teeth into the fleshy column just under therim of his glans. Biting gently, she sucks hard. Wormsley feels his balls twitchingand contracting. With a groan, he begins to cum. Sister Angela squeezes thebase of his cock hard, preventing the hot sperm from shooting up its fleshycolumn. The priest grunts as pain mixes with pleasure. He grunts louder whenthe nun releases the pressure allowing his cock to spit a copious amount ofhot cock snot into her mouth. The pretty nun's cheeks bulge as she strugglesto hold the priest's sperm. After a few moments, the bishop's balls are empty.He leans back exhausted. Sister Angela stands up and adjust her habit. Thepriest stares at her pretty, virtuous face. The nun smiles and opens her lips.A thick strean of sperm leaks out of each corner of her mouth. She does nothingto wipe the thick pearly slime away. Soon ribbons of sperm drip off her chinand land on the black cloth of her habit. By the time her mouth is empty, herchest is covered in thick man jam. Using her finger, she scrapes up some spermand pops it back into her mouth. This time she swallows the load.

Mother Superior Avila watches this wanton display as a series of orgasmsthunder through her body. She removes the greasy crucifix from her pussy andholds it up towards the young nun. Sister Angela opens wide and takes the baseof the cross in her mouth, noisily sucking her Mother Superior's cunt juicefrom its golden shaft.

The older nun and the priest stand up and adjust their clothing. Lookingat the screen one last time, Bishop Wormsley admires the sight of young ChrissyLamb. The slender girl is wearing lacy panties and is putting her large breastsinto the cups of a 36D bra. "Yes," says the priest. "I think that young Lambwill make a wonderful Christ for our Easter passion play. What about her parents?"

"I've spoken to them," says Sister Avila. "Half a million and two membershipsto the Thanatos Society was all the convincing they needed to sell their daughterto us."

The bishop is taken aback. "Half a million? That's a bit much, isn't it?After all, we could have grabbed some little street whore to star in the EasterPageant."

"Yes," agrees Sister Avila. "But I think you'll agree that an innocent virginis a more fitting representative. Besides, Sheik Abdullah contributed the money."

"Did he? Abdullah the mad mullah?" exclaims the priest. "Well bless his heathenheart."

"Mind you," says the nun. "He insists on being a part of the pageant. I tookthe liberty of telling him he could and recommended he sharpen his skills inthe use of a hammer and nails."

The bishop laughs loudly and says, "Deliver Christine Lamb to the cathedrala day before Good Friday."

Mother Superior Avila nods obediently. For three decades, a boy plays Christone year and a girl the next. This year Chrissy will have the honor of experiencingthe agonies suffered by Christ. "Father Wormsley," says the nun. "You and Ihave sworn to sacrifice our lives in the service of Christ. So will ChrissyLamb. Only her sacrifice will be condensed and very, very painful." The Bishopand nun laugh as they watch the screen where fully clothed fifteen year-oldChrissy pick up her books and go off to her next class.

Chrissy Lamb is very excited. She sits in the back seat of a gleaming blackChrysler 300. Beside her is Mother Superior Avila. The powerful car has beensent by Archbishop Otis Legion to carry the teenager from her school to hiscathedral in the heart of the city. The girl looks out the tinted window andis thrilled when they pass a farm where young lambs cavort in a grassy meadow. "Ohlook Sister Avila," she gushes. "The little lambs! Aren't they cute?"

"Yes, my child, they are," says the nun who smiles and thinks to herself.Those lambs will be slaughtered before Easter is over and so, my dear ChrissyLamb, will you. For the hundredth time, the nun admires the teenager's appearance.The girl doesn't seem to have noticed that the short red, plaid kilt of herschool uniform had crept up to reveal several inches of her creamy thighs.Chrissy has enjoyed a growth spurt in the past few months and her blazer isa little too tight across the chest. Her full breasts push out the front ofher jacket, straining the buttons of the blazer and the white shirt beneathit. The girl smiles at her Head Mistress. She has large blue eyes and a cutebutton nose. Her mouth is wide and her full lips are as red as her nipples.She doesn't need lipstick. Her golden hair has been plaited into two braidsthat hang down to her shoulder blades.

The car enters the city. As they drive downtown, Chrissy can see the twinspires of the cathedral in the distance. They arrive at the church. The girlis impressed by the size of the limestone building. The teenager is surprisedwhen the car doesn't stop in front of the church. Instead, it proceeds alongthe avenue. A high stone wall marks the border of the church's land. The driverstops before a set of wrought iron gates. He picks up a cell phone and announcestheir arrival. The gates swing open and the car glides through. The propertyupon which the cathedral is situated is several dozen acres in size. They rollpast a Grotto that contains diorama's of the fourteen Stations of the Cross.In the center of the grotto is a skull shaped hill. They continue past a smallcemetery and finally come to a limestone mansion -- the Archbishop's palace.Young Chrissy follows Mother Superior Avila out of the car to the front doorof the large house. The teenager still thinks it odd that she was told to bringno luggage. The head mistress had informed her before they left her that everythingwill be provided to her over the next few days. The nun uses a large brassdoorknocker to announce their presence. Almost immediately, a handsome youngpriest opens the door.

"Mother Superior Avila," he smiles. "Come in. I'm Father Murphy." Turningto the teen he says, "You must be Christine Lamb. You are most welcome." Chrissyblushes and feels butterflies tickle her stomach as the young priest runs hiseyes over her body in a rather unpriestly manner. "The Archbishop was delightedwhen he learned that you have agreed to be the star of our annual Easter celebration."

"I hope that I won't disappoint everyone," she says nervously. "Mother SuperiorAvila hasn't told me what I'll have to do."

"Don't worry," he says. "I'm sure you'll do just fine. Now come with me andI will introduce you to Archbishop Legion." The priest leads the nun and teenagerto the base of a large wooden staircase. He explains that the archbishop isin his study on the second floor. Father Murphy lets Chrissy proceed him upthe stairs. He waits a second or two, letting the girl get four or five stepsahead of him before he follows her. This way he can up her skirt to admireher slim thighs and pert bum.

When they reach the top of the stairs, Father Murphy catches up and leadsthem down a carpeted hallway until he stops them before large door. "This ishis Excellency's inner sanctum," he whispers as he reaches for the shiningbrass doorknob. "Where he does his most holy work." As the priest slowly opensthe door, the sound of rhythmic grunting fills her ears. The grunts emanatefrom two voices. One deep and masculine, the other more youthful and muffled.The door opens fully and Mother Superior Avila pushes Chrissy Lamb into theroom. The young girl's eyes widen in amazement at the sight before her. Sheis too stunned to speak. A thin teenaged boy is lying on his back on the Archbishop'slarge oak desk. The lad, who cannot be older than fourteen is naked. A largered ballgag has been forced into his mouth. Two large men dressed as monksare at the front of the desk. They firmly hold the youth's ankles and wristsso that the teenager is bent in half. Archbishop Legion, a tall, gray-hairedman, stands behind the desk. He is plunging his cock in and out of the boy'sasshole. As he does, he grasps the boy's cock in his hand. The lad strugglesbut cannot break free from the iron grasp of the monks. The priest masturbatesthe boy. Legion looks up and smiles. "Sister Avila," he says. "I trust yourjourney was pleasant."

"Yes, your Excellency, it was," she replies with a smile. Indicating theteenaged boy, she continues. "I see you're providing spiritual guidance toone of your flock."

"Yes," replies the priest as he pistons his cock into the boy's asshole. "Thisis Peter, one of our choirboys. He was caught chewing gum during rehearsalfor the Easter Sunday service. He's been warned several times about that butalways 'forgets'." He rhythmically thrusts his hips and says. "This…" Thrust. "Should…" Thrust. "Help…" Thrust. "Him…" Thrust. "Remember."

Despite the burning pain in young Peter's ass, the priest's skillful handsbring the boy to climax. Chrissy Lamb's astonished eyes widen even more whenshe witnesses the lad's cock spewing thick white sperm onto his own belly.The sight of the lad's spitting organ triggers a similar climax in the archbishop.He jams his cock fully into the boy's butt and fills him with cum.

It is only after he ejaculates that the archbishop appears to notice Chrissy.He pulls his deflated cock out of Peter. The two monks release the boy's legsbut hold on to his arms and press his shoulders onto the desk. After he putshis flaccid organ back into his pants the older priest smiles at the teenagedgirl and says to Sister Avila. "So this is little Christine Lamb. What an enchantinglybeautiful young girl."

Chrissy is still staring with shocked astonishment at Peter. The innocenthas never seen a naked male outside of an art gallery. She certainly has neverseen an erect cock before, let alone one spewing man jam. She hardly hearsthe archbishop until he raises his voice.

"Miss Lamb. I asked you if you are a virgin."

The fifteen year-old tears her eyes away from the cooling pool of cum onPeter's belly. Blushing furiously, she tells the archbishop that she is a virgin.

"Good," he says. "Why don't you come closer. There's something I would likeyou to do for me."

Father Murphy gives Chrissy a gentle push on the bum and she stumbles forward.The archbishop grabs her wrist and pulls her beside him.

"Tell me, my child. Have you ever sucked a cock?" he asks.

Chrissy winces at the obscene question. Too stunned to answer, she simplyshakes her head. She cannot tear her eyes from Peter who remains trapped onthe archbishop's desk.

"You seem fascinated by our young friend here," he continues, indicatingthe naked young man. "Why don't you take a closer look." Without warning, thearchbishop twists Chrissy's left arm behind her back. She yells in pain ashe lifts up her arm, causing a sharp pain in her shoulder. He grabs her braidedhair with his other hand and forces her head toward Peter. Passing within inchesof his wilted cock, she finds herself with her face only inches from the poolof cum on the teenaged boy's flat belly. The smell of sperm fills her nostrilsfor the first time in her life.

"Be a good little girl and lick it up," orders Archbishop Legion.

Peter strains to look into Chrissy's eyes. The two monks smile, taking pleasurein the teenaged couples' humiliation. The priest pushes the girl's face intothe pool of cum. She can feel the cold slime on her cheek and lips.

"Lick it, damn you!" shouts the priest while he painfully twists Chrissy'swrist.

Reluctantly the girl opens her mouth and runs the tip of her tongue throughthe glistening puddle of sperm. She lifts her head to look at Mother SuperiorAvila. A dollop of sperm that rests on the tip of her student's pink tongueamuses the nun. The priest forces Chrissy's head down again and doesn't releaseher until she licks all the semen from the boy's belly. Only then does thearchbishop permit the schoolgirl to get to straighten. She stands in meek humilitywhile the monks let go of Peter's shoulders. After the lad sits up, one ofthe monks unbuckles the strap holding the ballgag in place. The teenaged boyremoves it and hands it to the archbishop with a smile.

"Jeez Dad," he says. "My asshole feels like it's on fire."

"It'll feel better soon," says the priest. "And don't call me dad, not evenin front of our special friends. And don't chew gum in choir."

"Whatever you say Pops," says the brazen boy. Looking at Chrissy, the fourteenyear-old remarks that for a virgin, she's got a talented tongue. "Perhaps shecan use it to soothe my burning butt," he says hopefully.

"What an excellent idea," answers Archbishop Legion. "Why don't you leanforward over the desk and spread your legs."

Peter does as suggested. The priest turns to Chrissy. "My dear," he says. "IfI may impose on your lovely tongue again, I'd like you to kneel between Peter'slegs. However, before you do, please remove your blazer. You must be very warmwith it on."

The girl unbuttons her jacket and slips it off her shoulders. Peter, whois lying prone on the desk, turns his head to look at her. "What a gorgeousset of tits," he remarks. "Can you tell her to take off her blouse?"

The priest orders her to unbutton her white shirt. She hesitates for an instantand one of the monks rips her shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere. The stunnedteenager stands with her shirt open and her bra revealed. The monk grips thematerial of her bra and snaps the thin band that joins the cups in front. HerChrissy's glorious breasts stand out proudly on her chest. She blushes as everyeye in the room crawls over her globes like ants on a cherry tipped cupcake.Archbishop Legion grabs her by the scruff of her neck and forces her to herknees between Peter's spread legs. The boy grips his buttcheeks and spreadsthem. Chrissy can see inside his asshole. The orifice remains stretched openfrom the priest's battering cock. A thin stream of the priest's semen leaksout of the fourteen year-old boy's ass.

"Lick his ass," Archbishop Legion orders.

At last, Chrissy Lamb has overcome enough of her shock to protest. "No! Iwon't!" she declares. Without a word the priest reaches around Chrissy andgrabs the nipple of her right breast between his thumb and forefinger. He digshis manicured nails into the sensitive flesh and squeezes.

"A-a-a-gh!" Chrissy screams in pain. She's never felt such a sharp pain inher entire sheltered life. In order to make pain stop she bends forward andtouches her tongue to Peter's asshole. Like a cat, she licks up the streamof the Archbishop's sperm. Peter enjoys the feel of the beautiful teenagedgirl's tongue on his asshole. His swelling cock demonstrates this enjoyment.Since her chin is almost resting on his balls, Chrissy is unaware of the growingpenis until its tip touches the top of her breasts. She can feel wetness ashis cock begins to leak pre-cum. Archbishop Legion pushes her face forwarduntil her nose is buried in the crack of the boy's ass. "Get that tongue ofyour right inside his ass Miss Lamb," he orders. The girl has difficulty breathingwith her nose crushed against the boy's ass. In order to end this humiliatingtorture quickly, she inserts her tongue completely into Peter's dilated asshole.She can taste a combination of sperm, KY Jelly and shit. Peter is more excitedby this beautiful girl's humiliation than he is by the lovely feel of her tongueinside his sphincter. He grunts and Chrissy feels a thick, hot liquid splashingonto her breasts. The archbishop lets go of her head and she tries to sit backon her heels. She can't at first for the teenaged boy's anal ring snaps shutwhen comes trapping her pink tongue in his ass. However, her tongue is malleableand slippery enough that she can pull it out. She remains on her knees andlooks down to see her tits covered in Peter's sperm. The youth has stood upand is looking down on Chrissy. He laughs and says, "My cum looks like icingon her pink titties." Indeed, the boy's spunk has drooled down the upper slopeof her left tit. A drop of cock slime dangles from the very tip of her nipplebefore breaking loose and falling onto her red plaid kilt.

"Your pretty dress is getting greasy," says Mother Superior Avila who hadenjoyed herself immensely watching Chrissy Lamb's humiliation. Turning to thetwo monks, she asks them to assist the teenaged girl.

The two men fall upon poor Chrissy and in less than a minute her skirt, socks,panties and shoes lie on a pile on the floor along with her torn shirt andblazer. One of the men pulls her by her hair to a standing position. She standswith tears streaming down her face. Young Peter approaches and smears his spermall over her gorgeous breasts until they glisten. While he molests Chrissy,his father, the archbishop, presses a button on his desk.

"Leave her alone, Peter," the priest orders. "I want to explain to youngChrissy here her role in the forthcoming Easter pageant. But first, let's gether ready for the first stage of the celebration."

Just as he finishes speaking, two more monks enter the room. They are carryingiron manacles and heavy chains. They are assisted by their brother monks andafter a few moments of struggle the teenaged girl stands before the otherswearing the chains. Her neck is enclosed in a tight collar. It is three incheshigh and Chrissy is unable to bend her neck. Rough iron manacles bite intothe soft skin of her wrists and ankles. Her wrist manacles are joined togetherin front of her by a short heavy chain. A slightly longer chain connects herankles together. The manacles of her wrists and ankles must weigh at leastfive pounds each while her heavy collar weighs at least eight pounds. Whilethey were putting on her chains, Chrissy began to protest loudly. To shut herup, the monks shoved the same ballgag into Chrissy's mouth that had been usedon Peter.

The beautiful teenager is forced to stand before Archbishop Legion.

"Now, Chrissy," he begins. "Listen closely and I'll tell you a little bitabout our unique Easter pageant. As you might have guessed by now, I am notan ordinary archbishop. To most people in the diocese I remain kindly ArchbishopLegion. Perhaps a little too conservative for the taste of "modern" Catholicsbut nonetheless an upright man and a shining example of what a Man of the Churchshould be. However, to a very small and exclusive number of people, I am ArchbishopLegion, chaplain of the Thanatos Society. Of course, you've never heard ofthat particular organization but that is of no consequence. Suffice to saythat the annual Easter pageant has been designed for them. You should feelhonored to know that people are flying in from all over the world to help celebrateEaster with us."

Chrissy winces in pain as the rough metal of her collar chafes the skin onher neck.

Legion ignores her and continues. "Every year at this time, we recreate theagony of Christ right here in the Grotto. You, my dear, have been chosen toplay Christ. We try to be authentic as we can. Those iron manacles are exactcopies of the ones used by the Romans. They are not very smooth, are they?"

The naked teen cannot believe her ears. She tries to speak but the ballgagprevents her from uttering anything more than guttural grunts.

"Yes, my dear," he goes on. "From here you will be taken to a dungeon underneaththe cathedral. Tomorrow you will be scourged and on Friday, you will be giventhe extreme honor of sharing our Savior's pain. You are to be crucified. "

Upon hearing this, Chrissy tries to bolt away from the monks who are flankingher. Unfortunately, her heavy chains weigh her down and one of the men easilygrabs the back of her collar. Once subdued, the teenaged girl stands beforethe archbishop. "Oh yes," he says. "The members of the Society enjoy playinga role in our little pageant. They are quite creative and the fact that you'refemale opens many possibilities when it comes to the nature of your punishment.One thing's for sure, Chrissy. You won't be a virgin by the time you are nailedto the cross."

The archbishop looks at the monks and orders them to take her away. The fourmonks hustle the teen out of the room and down the stairs. They shove her intothe trunk of a car and drive to a side entrance of the cathedral. They openthe trunk and drag her out. She is brought down to a lower level of the cathedral.This secret sub-basement was paid for by the Society and looks just like anancient prison. On the way to her cell, they stop at an opening in the stonepassageway. Seated at a wooden table and illuminated by torchlight is a muscularhunchback. One of the monks addresses the deformed man. "Hey Quasimodo," hesays mockingly. "Look what who's going to play Christ this year."

The hunchback stares malevolently at the beautiful captive with his one goodeye. "Don't call me Quasimodo. My name is Lawrence." He hops off his stooland hobbles up to Chrissy. He is built like a fireplug. His eye is level withher nipples. "Lovely," he murmurs. The girl shudders when he runs his leatheryhand over her left breast. "Her skin is a soft as smooth as silk and soft asbutter."

Chrissy tries to twist away but he grabs her nipple in his hand and squeezesuntil she stand still.

"Before these gentlemen put take you to your cell, let me show you one ofthe toys you and I will be playing with tomorrow," the ugly man says. He goesback to his table and picks up what a brown leather whip and brings it to her.Holding it up he explains that this is an authentic flagrum. The whip has ashort wooden handle. Three strands of leather are attached to one end. Theyvary in length from fifteen inches, nineteen inches and twenty-three inches.Lead balls are attached to the end of each strand. A second ball is attachedabout three inches from the end each strand. Waving the scourge proudly thehunchback says, "It was used by Roman soldiers on their prisoners. They usedit on Jesus. Look my dear, at the narrow strips of leather. Hold out your hand."

Chrissy hesitates so a monk grabs her hand and holds it palm-up before thehunchback.

"The edges of the leather strips are very sharp," Quasimodo says. "Watch." Holdingthe handle of the flagrum in his left hand, he takes a single strip of leatherin his right. He runs the edge of the strip across Chrissy's hand. She shrieksaround her gag as the sharp leather slices her palm open. Blood oozes fromwhat feels like the most painful paper cut in history. She shakes her handspraying droplets blood on the floor of the room.

Ignoring her moans of pain, the hunchback eagerly goes on to explain theother feature of the flagellum. "When you came in," he explains, "I was justattaching the last ball to the end of the whip. Not only will this whip flaythe skin from your sweet body, my dear, but also the balls will leave horrendousbruises – might even break a rib of two. Now go and try to get some rest.Tomorrow will be a very busy day."

The monks drag Chrissy away. They shove her down the corridor and stop beforea heavy wooden door. Using a large key, one of the monks unlocks it and swingsit open. It creaks on its hinges. The naked teen is dragged into her cell.Eight torches that are attached to the dripping walls of the chamber lightthe cell. The room itself is ten feet by ten feet. The floor is made of roughflagstone. Iron rings have been screwed into the floor and walls. Moving withefficiency born of much practice, the monks unfasten the chains from Chrissy'swrists and ankles. One of them removes her ballgag. Her slight feeling of reliefis short lived. The four men force the girl onto her back on the cold dampfloor. Using different chains, they quickly have her spread-eagled with herwrists and ankles attached to rings driven into the floor. They stand up andadmire the helpless naked girl. She tries to protest but quickly becomes silentafter one of the brothers threatens to stomp her tits to hamburger if she doesn't "shutthe fuck up".

"I think we should baptize Chrissy," says one of the men. The others readilyagree. The first monk removes a large plug of chewing tobacco from the deeppocket of his robe. He takes a big bite and passes it around to his brothers.Chewing, the men move around the splayed teenager.

They comment on her beauty. "It's hard to believe that such a gorgeous tartcan remain cherry in this day and age," says one man.

"It's a tribute to a Catholic education," says another.

"Indeed," says a third. "In a way, it's almost sad that such a pretty girlwon't be so pretty after tomorrow."

Looking the quaking girl in the eye, the fourth monk smiles evilly and says, "Don'tworry too much about not being so beautiful tomorrow, Chrissy. Look at thebright side, by the end of the day you'll be dead."

The first monk, knowing that his colleagues have had sufficient time to thoroughlychew their tobacco into slimy messes, says it's time to baptize the girl. Hespits his wad at Chrissy. It lands with a wet plop onto her left tit. Mostof the tobacco rests on her nipple while warm brown spit courses down her breast.The next monk launches his greasy missile and it lands in her pubic hair. Thegirl can feel the tickle of tobacco juice flowing along the lips of her pussy.A wad launched by the third brother strikes the girl on her belly button. Thefourth monk spits his gob of oily "chew" into Chrissy's face. It hits her upturnednose and splatters over her pretty face. She can smell the cloying odor ofthe sweetened tobacco.

The monk standing at her head looks down at her and says that he hopes thatshe gets some sleep and that her cellmates don't bother her too much. The menthen leave her alone in the cell.

As she lies chained to the floor, Chrissy tries to understand what the monkmeant by "cellmates". After ten minutes, she hears a scuttling sound. She triesto lift her head but the wide iron collar prevents this. The scuttling getslouder. Soon it is joined by similar scratching noises. The girl shudders whenshe feels something tickling the inside of her thigh. Something is crawlingup her leg. She can feel something else walking along her other leg. A thirdthing is tickling the lips of her pussy. Whatever it is spends some time atthe chewed up tobacco that has soaked her golden pubic hair. After a minute,the tickling sensation continues along her leg and over her belly. Soon itis climbing the gentle slope of her breast. Only when it surmounts the peakthat is her nipple, does Chrissy see what it is. A large brown cockroach apparentlyattracted by the sweet smell of the chewing tobacco. Her panicky screams echooff the stone walls of the cell as more and more of the insects swarm overand around her. She struggles to shake them off but her chains hold her fast.After a few moments, the girl feels pressure of a different sort. Somethinghot and wet is pressing against the left lip of her virgin cunt. Somewhat heavierthan the insects, it crawls over her pubic hair and along her belly. Whateverit is follows the path blazed by the first brave cockroach and climbs her breast.As it conquers the fleshy mountain that is Chrissy's left breast, the girlsees what it is. Her screams intensify. A large rat is sitting on her chest.Its beady red eyes burn into hers as it continues its journey of discovery.The vermin draws back its lips, exposing its needle-like yellow fangs. Thenaked teen increases her attempts to buck the rodent off her body. It senseswhat she's trying to do and digs its toes into the soft flesh of her tit. Itstiny claws scratch her. The rat turns around, its tail brushes against herlips and he moves toward her feet. She can feel it stop on her stomach. Shelies still when suddenly a burning pain sears the flesh just above her bellybutton. The rat has bitten her! With a mighty convulsion, Chrissy bucks herhips and flips the rat onto the floor. It returns but cannot get back ontoher because she continues to buck and writhe. Her efforts make the rough metalof her manacles chafe the soft skin of her ankles and wrists. After half anhour, the skin under the metal looks likes raw steak. While Chrissy can toleratethe cockroaches, her fear of the rats intensifies. She turns her head to seetwo more rodents skulking along the wall of her cell. Her only hope is to continueto writhe. For hours, she bucks and twists in her chains. During the night,she suffers two more rat bites – the first on her left hip and the secondon the inside of her thigh. For twelve long hours the poor girl fights offthe hungry rodents. At last, the door to her cell clangs open and the ratsretreat.

The exhausted girl lies on the floor. Her collar prevents her from liftingher head to see who has entered. She hears footsteps approaching. She hearsher father's voice. "Chrissy, can that be you?"

"Oh Daddy," she shouts. "You've come to save me!"

Her father responds with a soft chuckle. Then her mother speaks. "Doesn'tshe look lovely, stretched out like that, Arthur?"

"Does she ever," says her father. "If I'd realized she looked this good naked,I would have fucked her myself months ago.."

The stunned girl cannot believe her ears. Aren't her parents here to rescueher from the evil archbishop and his gang of mad monks?

Her silent question is answered silently when her mother and father stepinto view. They are both wearing uniforms of soldiers of Imperial Rome. Fromher angle on the floor, Christine Lamb notices that her parents wear nothingunder the short skirt of their uniforms. She never knew that mother shavedher cunt and had a ring through her labia. Nor did she realize just how largeher daddy's cock was.

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