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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Sister Sophia paused in drinking her tea to gaze from the window of the cafe. The sun was low in the sky now, almost sunset, but it hadn't been a bad day for late March a decent amount of sun interspersed with patchy cloud and the scene outside on Pool in Wharfdale's main street was still bright.
A movement from the left of the window caught her eye and she followed it to see the figure of a woman she judged to be in her 30s, looking about her hurriedly. The woman looked anxious and as she turned to face the cafe window, her face looked panic-stricken. Her eyes met the nun's and there seemed to be a glimmer of something else in there...perhaps hope?
Sister Sophia raised her hand in half greeting. Around 15 years dedication to the church and it's many roles had taught her well; though religion seemed to a lot of people to be a dying notion in the 21st century one of it's main roles had been to offer comfort and conscience to those needing it and the nun had offered plenty of kind words, advice and just signs that somebody actually cared to those having their own crises. She knew when to spot the signs of someone in this unfortunate state and this is what she saw now.
She watched as the woman dashed to the cafe door and swung it open before making her way over hurriedly. "Hello," the nun smiled, "is there anything-" But she was interrupted. " Sister, you've got to come with me...please! Make it stop..." The woman broke off and looked oit the window wildly, as if she half expected whatever needed to be stopped to be sat right outside the window.
The nun reached out and closed her hand over the woman's. "Whatever's the matter," she said soothingly, "Look, would you like a tea? Then you can tell me all-" "There's no time," the woman interrupted again breathlessly, " you're the first person from the church I've come across and I'm not normally that religious, but right now I need- you have to help!" she blurted out.
"I'll help in any way, if I can of course," the Sister answered, "but what is-" "I'll tell you," the stranger answered, " but come with me please." Sister Sophia looked down at her almost full hot mug of tea (and scolded herself for it) for a second, but then got up and followed the newcomer to the door.
The woman was parked outside, it turned out, around 50 yards down the street. As they reached her car the nun paused for a second. The old adage of getting in cars with strangers that her mother had sold her over 3 decades ago flashed through her mind, but the driver, climbing into the seat was a frantic woman and she was hardly a valid target for robbery either. Vow of poverty, she smiled inside, though she did carry a small amount of cash for buying things such as a tea currently going cold.
So she jumped in beside the woman, who keys the engine into life and sped rapidly away from the kerb.
The woman drove quickly. As she did so she blurted a few half sentences that didn't make any sense at all when put together, especially when spoken to quickly and with a stammer here and there for good measure! Sister Sophia smiled calmly and asked her her name. A simple question like that would help to make the woman more lucid and hopefully reduce her chance of wiping them out round a bend enroute!
"Ok...I'm..Cibus" the woman replied, "Cibus?" The nun raised her eyebrows. "That's not...a name I've heard before," she admitted. "Father was from Romania," the woman answered, "though I've lived in England since birth?" The Sister noted with satisfaction that the woman's speed of conversation seemed to be slowing, and as they passed the crossroads at the Dynley Arms pub she saw that mercifully her speed of driving seemed to be doing so too. "So where are we headed?" she asked. "And how can I be of help?"
Her new acquaintance paused. "You're...a nun aren't you?" she replied. "Last time I checked," Sister Sophia answered. "Well, we'll be there in a minute anyway-" the woman paused as she concentrated on taking a 90 degree right, the car's wheels skidding slightly, but holding firm. The Sister offered a silent thank you to God. "But what they're doing, it's not right! She doesn't want it, but they're horrible! And we need to make them-" She made another sharp turn and the nun hung on tight. 'Please let this place we're going to be near' she thought.
And it was. Another couple of turns in rapid succession and the woman brought the car to a sudden halt, cranking the handbrake and jumping out. She hadn't even been wearing her seatbelt, the nun realised. She released hers and climbed with a little trepidation.
In front of her stood a log cabin, curtains drawn. The woman made for the door and Sister Sophia put a hand on her arm. "What is it?" she asked. "Who's doing what? You can tell me.." The woman looked back at her. "You'll see," she said, " but they'll stop it with you here, they fear the church see?" "But how can I if I don't know what they're doing?" she replied. "Are you sure the police wouldn't be a better...?" "They'll stop for you-" the woman answered and she dashed in the door.
Sister Sophia paused for a second. But what won out was her compassion and carefully she opened the door and followed the woman in.
It was gloomy inside and the woman was nowhere to be seen. "Cebus?" the nun called softly. She took a couple of steps forward.
Suddenly an arm dropped around her, making her jump! It closed in a tight embrace and the owner of it lifted her clear manfully from the floor and began to move forwards. She struggled but she was a petite woman and having no purchase on the ground meant she had less leverage. She kicked out wildly with her right leg and struck some tissue or other and the grip slackened. Just partially, but it was all the Sister needed. She jerked herself free and swung around taking aquick step towards the door...and stopped in her tracks.
The figures of two masked men were blocking the path now, their hands clamped upon the shoulders of her friend from the car. "Cebus," she said, " they got you too?" "Oh, they got me a long time ago, I'm afraid..." came the reply. And she smiled wolfishly, before reaching behind her back for something. The nun was braced for it being a weapon of some kind, but it was a mask and the woman who had wickedly tricked her slipped it on...
"Cebus..." the voice of the man behind her said, "I thought they taught all you bible-bashers latin in the church? It means 'Bait'..." The nun could hear the mirth in his voice. She swung to face him and saw that he too was masked, his wide carnivorous grin sitting in the image of a devil. And there were others behind him too. She shuddered inwardly...
"I don't know what you're doing," she said pluckily, "But it would be best for you if you stopped-" The man shushed her. "Can we silence her?" he asked and suddenly Siser Sophia felt hands around her neck and they were slipping a hard rubber cylindrical object into her mouth, and it had straps and buckles attached to it she realised as one grazed her neck and made her wince. She gargled and groaned around it, but no decipherable words came out.
"Better," the devil-man said. "Yes, much better!" He laughed softly and menacingly and turned, making his way towards a doorway at the end of the hall. The nun garbled something unintelligably as six hands seized her and frog-marched her in her habit to follow. She struggled willfully, but of course it was futile against the three of them holding her.
She was propelled into the room rapidly and her eyes squng rapidly about, trying to take it in...
The room was large and the light dim. What light there was was provided by candles, giving a flickering eerie nature to it. There were seats arranged in two rows to her right as she was marched roughly past them and a surface to her left covered in black velvet upon which a larger number of the candles burned... It was familair somehow and it took her a second to realise what the furniture represented, before it hit home.
Pews...and an altar.
She was shoved roughly past the altar, behind it and into one of 2 seats. Figures were emerging from the gloom around her, some holding her fast and others going to work with rope, binding her tight to the chair. She struggled to no avail. The woman formerly known as Cebus took the seat beside her, chuckling as she did so.
Sister Sophia gazed around the room and noticed that now she was bound the other masked figures were taking their seats in the pews. She thought they may have been up to a dozen of them. No chance of escaoe then, she thought bitterly. She clung to her one crumb of comfort, her faith, and her knowledge that if it were God's will then this insanity would be stopped.
The Devil-man strode between the pews and took his place behind the altar. "Welcome all!" he cried, "to the finest of our services as you know, that in which we expand our flock! And this time reduce that of our enemy!" There were murmours of agreement from the congregation. "We shall first renew our pact with our Horned Master by the bonding rites as we always do." He continued to preach, but the nun forced herself to detach from that. She had been raised a practical girl and was scanning the room, noting the position of the pews, the door to the hall, the closed drapes on all four walls, trying to make out whether they covered door or window. She knew her chance of any escape would be limited, but the Good Lord helps those who helps themselves after all and she wanted to be prepared if that chance came.
She glanced at the figures on the pews and noted that while everyone in the room was wearing robes they had opened them to the naval and seemed to be drawing upon each other? Well if that was part of their make believe hocus pocus then let them crack on...
Her eyes swung around the room again. The drapes in the far corner, behind the pews were longer. Another door? Surely she wouldn't be kept in this confounded chair forever and if she got a chance to bolt she imagined that they wouldn't anticipate her running behind them...
There was a rustling of cloth and she turnes her attention back to the pews. And she was horrified at the sight that met her....
It was clear that every second figure seated there was male. As the congregation had opened their robes further down now and she could clearly see the sexes of every man and woman present. She had seen them before, in hospitals in war-torn Libya when she had been sent there as part of the relief project after the final conflict and had found many sights there alien to her, but carried on her good work nevertheless.
But this was different. As what they were doing... Each figure had his or her hands locked upon the sexes of those to his or her left and right. And those hands were moving, the mens hands delving rubbing and plunging into shamelessly exposed vaginas, their movemwnts chosen carefully by the sole intention to arouse...each man's penis was being obscenely rubbed by the women on either side of him. And as she looked on in horror, each male gland began to grow, firming up as it did so till they were all proudly at full stalk and pointing towards the ceiling... To a woman who had never actually seen an erection before they looked huge and foreboding...The congregation were now obviously all highly aroused, twisting their heads this way and that...
She was transfixed at the awful wrongness of it all and didn't hear the Devil-Man's instruction and suddenly her arms and legs were loose unexpectedly. A second later both 'Cebus' and the Devil-Man's hands fastened upon her arms and dragged her forcefully up from her chair.
She cursed herself! That had been her moment to escape! And she had just sat there like a complete idiot, not paying attention with the horrors unfolding in front of her...
She was manhandled to the altar and firced to lie down. She felt the familiarity of the ropes beginning to dig in again as they were tied once more, all four of her limbs splayed...And now she was bound to that blasted altar and there was no way out...
Cebus lowered herself so that their heads were level. "I remember my conversion" she giggled. "I didn't want it at all! But it was soooo good...."
The Devil-man was giving some further instruction whilst the woman was speaking to her and suddenly the Good Sister noticed that the congregation were on their feet, the men separating from the group and forming a line (for communion? she wondered) in front of the altar. The penis of each was hard as marble, huge and completely unrepentant.
The Devil-Man suddenly began muttering very quickly, speaking a clearly practiced rite. Something was about to happen she realised instictively and she needed to know, she mumbled unintelligably, trying to ask just what was going on.
And as he finished the rite and though she couldn't speak any clear words due to the hard rubber phallus lodged in her mouth, the Devil-Man knew what she was trying to ask and he grinned evilly.
"Oh, but haven't you guessed Sister?" he asked her. And as she felt Cebus' hands tearing off her shoes and pulling her habit up he repeated himself.
"Haven't you guessed?"
Then she felt the first man's hands take one of her bare ankles in each for leverage as he positioned himself, before driving his remorselessly swollen gargantuan cock gleefully inside her... There was pain as her hymen was broken and then a sensation that wasn't quite pain, in fact it was pure wicked sweetness...and getting sweeter by the second...
And even sweeter than the gorgeous sensations sweeping through the former Good Sister of the church's now rejoicing exposed cunt, was the knowledge that this was only the first man...and the darkness was already creeping seductively into her brain....  |
