Nunnery Depravity

Picture an English convent, beautiful green fields, and a large dormitory and living complex in the traditional Victorian style. 

A special young Nun with a curvaceous body, starts a practice of taking on Alter boys for extra "work" around the nunnery, in exchange for knowledge from the more mysterious side of gender, and faith. This general profile encompasses one boy to start with, and the one aforementioned Nun, who makes him do unspeakable things for Her in her chambers at night. Like satisfying Her with his mouth over and over "...as it is the Lords will," including thorough cleaning inside and out of Her anus. She, climaxing over and over, juices flowing into the boys mouth, "...and do not think of spilling any of the gift God is giving you...". These juices would include depravities to the tune of being her personal bedpan, and loincloth. She was not exhausted of fetishes at this point though, oh no. 

Meanwhile, at least seven other boys endure the same exquisite use by their Womanly superiors, in rooms up and down the hallway.

These fetishes, like penetrating him with wider and wider objects while She grins feverishly, giggling like a Schoolgirl at his whimpers, "cleansing" him with enemas, and making him cum over and over on himself, all serve to have the boy in a state of wanton arousal at all times in Her company, and at all other times wanting to be in Her company once more. She is prone to perching Herself over the boys bonded body, Her face close to his, and whisper the most filthy of suggestions to the boy for how to present himself. And what happens to Her own body at the sight of his meagre young flesh being used, and being so accepting of Her domination. While speaking of how he should make his phallus hard for the particular priests (that he is already aware of) during Mass, She occasionally spits into his mouth, then pours Her "Holy Water" in before commanding him to swallow.

She then always maintains a ritual of placing a spider gag on the boy, leaning back in Her chair, body naked save Her cowl and shoulders She then proceeds to masturbate vigorously for up to half an hour, pissing and squirting with alarming frequency. The boy is often so overcome with arousal that several of his own body-covering ejaculations are caused by Her passion and self-lust in this process. She will often come over to the boy quickly and empty a litre or two of female cum directly into the boys face and mouth. On the rarest of occasions, She claims "...the demons of lust have taken me. it is now a vessel, a bitch of the Demon! it must expel! Expel!!" The Nun then heaves forward on Her knees, and proceeds to chant for a short moment, then with demonic lust in Her eyes leans over the boy with a grin and molests Her own mouth with Her own hand, vomiting all over the boys helpless and now gasping, retching head. She is kind enough once re-invoking Her senses, to wash the boy over with warm water. After several more times milking the boy, and letting his cum dry in his mop-top hair and over his boyish torso skin, She then lets Her other "helper"clean it off with his tongue; She'd collected another boy down the hall while the first endured the aftershocks of his twenty-third orgasm in three hours. She then lets "helper" take the first boys penis in his mouth, and make him cum once more, before sending "helper" back to the now fabled "kennel"; a room at the end of the hall, lined with blankets over hay, where all the boys stay warm and sleep together twice a week before the very special Sunday Service (of course :P).

Having spent this particular Sunday morning after service discussed the potential for letting the poor starved priesthood have access to "similarly educating" the girls studying at the Nunnery, all the depraved Nuns make their way down to the stables across the paddock. Trailing behind them are all the special Alter boys, naked, collared and on leashes. It is quite cold in the foggy morning air, but the beckoning warmth of the huge rotunda stable, with several huge fires ringing the edges, was a welcome site, even after this short walk, and even if the stable has no walls. 

The other depraved Nuns arrive and a small gathering of other familiars mingle; knowing they are welcome to "rid their demons" at the coming atrocities. All the clergymen and Women know, that all work better when not "pent up". The boys are ordered to sit in a row, facing the Nuns, with their hands behind their backs "...or they will be tied, AGAIN this week silly boys...tut tut!" says our curvaceous Nun with a grin. The Nuns then proceed to adorn Themselves with less robes, and more leather and rings. Corsets to enhance their breasts and cleavage, and toys to entertain themselves with. Some choose lace stockings, and all put on long leather boots. Meanwhile the stable lads bring in several horses from their morning exercise and tie them all off to posts. The horses are vibrant, awake, happy and frisky. They've been frolicking, and now they know what little bonus is in store for them. So, many of them whinny happily at the site of the boys and the now scantily clad Nuns. Only the Nuns cowls remain on their heads and draped over their shoulders.

With a distant chime the clock turns 9am, and the day of "rest" begins. Activities will not cease until the sun has gone behind the horizon. The name does carry some irony at this convent. 

The boys all quake in their knelt positions and several of them ejaculate simply at the anticipation. 

Two boys hear their names called. "Bastian, Fabian; make your way to the centre of the circle". The quivering boys stand and walk briskly to the centre, holding their leash handles out in offering. "We are at your service Sister Helena" says one. "We can only hope our bodies are worthy offerings to God and our Betters before us" says the other. "Yes boys we all hope the Great One will send us to that corner of Eden reserved for the lustful. Though it may be I'm getting a tad cynical about that. Nonetheless your humility is appreciated boys. Now kneel in front of Costya over there and wait for further instructions." Two pairs of other boys are separated off and told to kneel and wait in front of stallions. Sister Helena then sends Sisters Grace and Emily to meet these pairs. The final boy, looking sheepish and blushing, knows that he is now the "sissy". He will now be treated more like a girl than even the other boys are about to be, and he will be sent over to the smiling, waiting stable lads now huddled in the corner, passing around a pipe and a mixed number of bottles. "No, Xavier it is best if you don't cry; the lads are very gentle and always kind. They won't call you names like Eustess and Christa do. And remember God wants you to see the true side of the release that is sexuality and androgyny" smiles Sister Helena. Xavier is always helped back to smiling by Sister Helena's words, and She often sweetens the deal when times are difficult by allowing him to fondle and suck on her breasts for a little piece. Her generous F-cups offer something he can get lost in, and fondle his own nerves away before meeting his anxiety.  After feeling his orgasm She gently commands him to "toddle over to the boys now, and don't be scared. Sister knows it's your first time with them and will keep a little eye on you." Sister Helena then reaches between Her legs and rubs Her pussy for a moment, finally taking the hand she used and gently wiping her fresh wet scent under the nose of the timid boy. "Now go and be happy; think of Sisters crotch each time You feel scared and You'll feel better, and more aroused" She says, smiling once more.

Meanwhile, the other pairs of boys are all wide-eyed and dripping pre-cum, because they have noticed what today's lesson will be all about. Sister Helena makes Her way back over to the first pair; Her pair. Her "little puppies" She calls them. "Well then Fabian, Bastian; no doubt you've noticed all the horses the lads brought over are stallions. I'm not going to pretend you're stupid, so what do you boys think will be the focus of today's lesson? "Equine grooming, Sister?" said Bastian cheekily. "You'll be as quick to be the party bedpan if that tongue keeps up the same pace, boy." she says, flashing him a wink and grin. "Would it be satiating a noble species Sister?" says Fabian. "More accurately boys, simply servicing. A horse is kept well in-check by being released often, and it has become known far and wide that the eroticism of watching young flesh be covered in the equine seed is quite the diamond in the world of allure. Fluffing the animals for the other Nuns pleasure is also a lesson that must be shown practically. Now, which one of my little pets would like to begin?" Fabian could hardly contain himself; he bounded on his knees forward, perching under the horses flanks and beginning to rub the animal to erection without a moments hesitation. Bastain immediately took his place pleasuring his partner boy, while Sister Helena began to oil up the cheeky Bastians backside. While doing so she jerked his little cock off and giggled at his moans and 2-minute orgasm recovery. It made Her equally as wet to see the young flesh shudder over and over at Her commanding use. Bastain has been getting trained in anal this last month, so after warming him up with two then three fingers, She opened her kit bag and found the 12" carved training phallus She had packed for his final gaping, today. All the other boys would get to cum in his gaping hole, proudly signifying his graduation to the level of Head Boy. The "sissy" would then clean him off, and Bastian would then be allowed to ejaculate on the breasts of the Nun of his choice. He already knew they would be Sister Helena's. Next month Bastian would get to begin senior Boy classes in which he would get to go to Night Church, where he would be part of the initiations for all the young boys by the Nuns. But this time getting to watch, and even receive oral pleasure. He could no longer contain himself. His eighth orgasm for the morning seeped out of his cock and he wasn't even stiff. His little cock was still worn from the night's satisfaction of the Nuns. Fabian was lost in erotic ecstasy, moaning and simpering at each time he got to put any of the horseflesh into his mouth or anywhere around his face. He was soaked in the horses first substantial load of cum, and each time he came close to ejaculating again himself he would attempt the impossible, trying to deep-throat Costya the stallions huge phallus. Sister Helena giggled quietly at how much this aroused Her. When Fabian finally turned around and begged Sister Helena to allow him to be violated by the horse She quickly made the boys switch, and began nursing the poor lust-stricken lad  while prostate-milking him. He was far too worked up, and she knew his little anus wasn't ready for the likes of Costya, or even a stout human male for that matter. 

The boys all continued to pleasure the horses, kissing each other in the throws of their own passion, covered in the beasts cum. Each jerking the other off multiple times while the other sucked and slobbered on the foot-and-a-half phalluses the horses bore. When a horse was rested, those boys were taken to be the Nuns playthings in the centre, where the remaining Nuns ate and fucked each other with fists, toys and tongues; occasionally borrowing a stable-boy off the "sissy" for his cock, as well as teaming up to help each other insert the giant horse cocks already excited by the boys. All the while using any idle boy as a loincloth and footstool. Of course the odd boy out at the wrong moment incurred urinal duty. But most of them adored the enhanced feminine scent the Nuns had in both their pee and juices anyway.

Over in the stable lads corner, the mood was warm.

"Why little Xavier, aren't you looking simply delicious today" said Theodore, head stable "boy", as if the word had any meaning at all to the towering, hairy local rugby player. Xavier couldn't look up, but blushed like a schoolgirl and meekly whimpered, "Oh thank you Sir. I really don't know what I'm supposed to do." "That's ok boy. Why don't you start by coming up here and sitting on my lap? The lads and I are just finishing a rather philosophical argument. Theodore managed to catch Xaviers eye under his bent head and slightly furrowed brow, and so managed to pull a smile out of the young boys porcelain face. This allowed Xavier to finally feel at ease, and he almost skipped over to the huge man's waiting arms. For almost half an hour the gentlemen continued their worldly foray into politics, sex and humour; at one point they even seemed to intensely discuss the beauty of a sunrise. During the sojourn Xavier was passed the pipe, something he wasn't unfamiliar with, and had imbibed his share. He was now so relaxed that he hardly noticed as Theodore slowly and gently started fondling his crotch, making his little cock hard. He beamed and grinned ear to ear as he saw the uncut heavenly meat of Edward suddenly appear in front of his face, and he took the cock in his mouth like he was passionately kissing a lover. Xavier then helped out with the waiting young Bradford who was feverishly watching the trio moan and use the little boys mouth and hands, by bending over on the side bench and pointing to the bottle of olive oil at the end of the workman's lunch table. Xavier was glad Theodore had decided on anti-pasto for lunch today.... 

All day the activity continued; with of course any need for sustenance catered for by a large spread put on by the staff of the convent, who were conveniently kept at a distance by several "helpful" boys and young Nuns. The fires raged all day, tended to by the stable lads, and the boys. This contrasted the sky which remained bleak, but with not a drop of rain. The pagan forest dwellers from the woods next door who liked to come watch the frivolity, paid their dues by cutting the wood each week. Some had even been drawn to the enlightened sexual flock by the worship of the Hedonistic and the freedom it gave one.  The piles of fresh straw, covered in the masses of spare blankets at the convent made for a Harem-like lounge fit for any weary soul to rest, from their wicked and wondrous pleasures. 

One day, they would all progress to where young Bastain was headed, and beyond. The final accolade was to be collared and kept by a priest and his Kin. They would always be allowed to return to the convent, but their service would be divine, and a priest held for them pleasures both of the mind, and more intensely of the flesh than any of the Nuns could provide. They aspired to the permanency of lifelong servitude, and did their utmost to be as willing and submissive as their Betters, and God, asked of them. Some would one day even end up in the Secret Gentleman's Guild, in the Vatican. They could only imagine the illustriousness of the orgies that would be partaken there.....

So the boys continued to learn, each Friday, Saturday and especially Sunday. 

 "...as one must not spill the gifts of seed and soil that the little slave boy only so deserves, for being so obedient in its service to its betters" xxx