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A Tortured SoulChapter 26 Moving On

The one thing I knew I would miss about living on campus was a cooked breakfast every morning. I think Imogen must have felt the same way because, on the first morning of the final term of our first year, she got up early to prepare a Full English for herself and her three new housemates. But as she sat down to eat it with me, and a bleary-eyed Mark and Vanessa, she immediately declared she wasn’t going to do it again—it was just too much work first thing in the morning. Imogen and I had a...

A Tortured SoulChapter 27 The Paul Robertson Experience

She didn’t change her mind. In fact, I couldn’t even get her to wait the whole two weeks until the end of the exams. She wanted her Paul Robertson Experience, and she wanted it now. Or at least, as soon as it was feasible. She even went to the trouble of contacting Amanda and booking the Saturday night in the middle of the exams. I got a text from Amanda shortly after. Does this mean you’re back in the game? Can I tell the girls and draw up a timetable? I sent her a one-word reply. You can...

A Tortured SoulChapter 28 Trust

She raised her eyebrows at me. “You don’t mean...?” She nodded. “Fuck me in the arse, Paul. Ram it through my back door. Bugger me. Bum me. Use the tradesman’s entrance. Plug the chocolate pipe—” “Okay! I get it,” I said, grinning as I wondered how long she’d spent looking up all those euphemisms on the internet. “I get it, Ness, but are you sure about this? You know it can hurt like all bloody hell, right?” She nodded. “From experience. But what if it’s done right, huh? What if it’s done...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 2

Her arms were stretched out crucifixion style, her body a queer parody of the original captured in plaster behind her on the cross. She was a big X, her arms pulled to either side of her body, her wrists secured to the tall brass candle sticks fastened to the polished white marble. She could feel the statue rubbing up against her bare ass and her tits rolled back and pressed against her chin. It was awful, the most awful thing that had ever happened to her. And what was worse, what was...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 3

Sister Dominic along with the two other nuns huddled together in the van, trembled as they waited for the return of Sister Mary Katherine. Jack pounded the sides of the van at times, startling the sisters into mournful cries of panic. The young nun drew her fingers together, praying silently as she thought of what she had seen -Sister Mary Katherine threatened, the look in that man's eye as he forced her and the others from the chapel. Sister Dominic, like Sister Mary Katherine, had...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 4

Sister Dominic begged Jack and Joe to let her go. She pleaded with Sister Mary Katherine to tell them whatever they wanted. But nothing seemed to work. They were enjoying her sprawled like this, her ass hanging down there near the lantern, her ankles and wrists chafing and reddening from the constant rubbing of the rope. Jack bent down, turning the key once more and sending the slender yellow flame up against her left lower leg. She whimpered, jerking her body, trying to pull it away from...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 5

It was dark, so very dark. Sister Mary Katharine had been removed from the workbench her cunt having been fingered and fucked by Joe before. Then she had been dragged, with her friend, and thrown into what she guessed was a small work room. The men were drinking and at times, when she pressed one ear against the wooden door, she could hear them laughing about what they had done to the nuns and what they would do in the future. At times they would hit the door, rattling the poor nun's brain...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 7

"No, not there! God in heaven, don't... do that to me there!" The other nuns' cries joined with hers as she struggled against the leather thongs holding her prisoner in that upside-down frame. The blood rushed to her head even more now, making her feel terribly dizzy, while the restraints tugged cruelly at her wrists. She knew Jack would ignore her cries and do as he chose. But still the young nun couldn't help but scream. When he spread her asscheeks apart like the toasted halves of a...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 8

It had been a trying night. They had taken her down from the double frame, laughing at her, hitting her while she tried to cover her shame. The other sisters were too terrified at the moment, she knew, to pass judgment on her They shivered against one another, still trying to cover their naked cunts and tits as Jack ushered Sister Mary Katherine back to the space she shared with Sister Dominic. They threw her in like a sack, slamming the door hard behind her. Sister Mary Katherine fell to...

Chained Tortured NunChapter 10

Sister Mary Katherine thought the world had exploded all about her and come to an end. Jack was beating her around the shoulders and back, tearing at her flesh, making her think there would be nothing left on her bones when he got through with her. Again and again he shouted the unchanging question, but she could never answer him, her words turning into shouts of agony and horrific pain. She jerked and jumped on the chains like a crazy puppet, her body torn by the hot agony of the biting...

The Tortured In The Street

Today was the day, it was finally here, i was so excited. my girlfriend had been planning a little "game". all i had to do was to tell my mum and dad that i was sleeping at my friends house, they know that i'm going out with donna but i didn't tell them i was sleeping at donna's house as they would properly say no thinking sexual acts would be a part of the sleep over, they would but i would never say to my parents. i had no idea what donna had planned and that made the wait better. she had...

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There was no avoiding seeing them and he knew I couldn't avoid seeing them. They were right there on the table when I walked in the front door after work. Each was four inches wide and 9 inches long and the hundreds of tiny tips sparkled in the lamplight. They glinted because he'd used the grinder on them while he waited for me. I almost went weak at the knees when I saw the big, blocky wire brushes. There was a hand lettered card next to them. It said : We've been waiting for the...

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School was finally over and I was stunned when I got my final grades, all my goofing off and having fun I failed English. The principal brought my mother down to the school and they made a deal to where I could still graduate with my class, but I had to take summer school. This sucked I had just turned eighteen before the end of the school year and our families annual two week camping trip was coming up as well. Wait a second maybe they would leave me home and I would have the...

Breastfeeding My Husband s Brother

"Oh Willy, I wish your father was home." she said to the young infant. The baby just closed he eyes and continued to suckle. "Cindy?" It was Jack, her husband’s brother. "What?" Suddenly, the door opened and Cindy blushed as he stared at her open cleavage. "Oh sorry. “He said. “It’s okay." Cindy said as she covered herself. Suddenly an image of Jack sucking her breasts flashed through her head and she blushed violently. Instead of leaving the room like a gentleman would, he...

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