WITCHES CONVENT
#1 NOVEL
The setting is a large estate in
The girls are prepared for marriage, docile and prone to dropping to their
knees in front of men, sexually responsive, certainly more than their non-witch
peers.
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Witches Convent
By Powerone
Copyright 2006
A New Beginning
The two girls stood in front of them, their bodies trembling, as they
stood naked in the cold dungeon of the castle.
The older one stood almost defiant, her naked body revealed in the
bright light of the torches that graced the walls. But the younger sister huddled near her for
protection, one hand crossed over her naked breasts, trying to hide them from
his leering eyes. Her other hand lay
nestled between her thighs, unable to hide her heavy black bush from their
prying eyes. Her body was red in
humiliation at having to strip naked for his inspection, especially as her
Mother and Father stood idly by.
These two were the best he had seen.
Father Michael had converted his vast estate that sat high on the hill
overlooking the town, into a convent for those that were cursed by the
devil. He had become the Clergy and the
Instructor, many of his rich friends contributing to his cause, willing to part
with some of their fortune for the chance at such delightful flesh, to force
their perversions upon the girls with impunity.
There were now over seven girls under his care, but he was surprised when
their parents brought these two to him, begging him to help them.
“Please save our daughters. The
devil has taken them and no matter how hard we have tried, we cannot help
them. I fear for their safety, the town
is up in arms. If we didn’t get them out
of town I fear that they would be burned at the stake as witches. You are our last hope.” The girl’s father was desperate.
The Mother threw herself at his feet.
“Please Father. Save our
daughters. We will do anything.” She was desperate. She had been told that high atop the hill
stood a castle and that the Master of the house was able to cure girls that had
been taken by the black forces of the devil.
He saw the look of relief on their faces when he accepted their gift, two
delightful girls, and hoped that they would be virgins. “It will be a hard and arduous journey to
saving your daughters. The Devil fights
dirty and the only way for me to conquer him is to do
the same. You will have to entrust the
care of your daughters to me for a period of one year. I will have complete control over them. You will not even be allowed to visit
them. It will be a difficult time for
them, and they will be forced to suffer in order to rid the devil from their
soul. It is the wish of God that they
suffer, just as his Son suffered for us.
Do you agree to my terms?” He
smiled as they nodded their heads.
“I must first look for the mark of the devil on them.” He looked at the girls as they stood before
him. “Strip off your clothes.” His voice boomed in the dungeon, bouncing off
the granite walls.
Sloane looked over at him in shock.
She was the older sister, always protecting Mary. She wouldn’t take off her clothes for him,
even if he was a Priest. At twenty,
still a virgin, she had never shown her naked body to a man and she was not
about to do so, especially with her Father standing only feet from her. Mary, her younger sister was eighteen and the
shy one of the family. Sloane was
positive she also was a virgin, barely able to even talk to a boy, never mind
being intimate with one. Sloane clutched
Mary’s hand, hoping to protect her, but not even sure that she could protect
herself. He might wear the robes of a
Priest, but he had the glint of the Devil in his eyes.
Father Michael couldn’t wait, ordering his men. “Bind them and strip them naked.”
They were upon the girls before they could even react. There were four of them, two of them grabbed
their wrists, yanked them harshly behind their backs. Their wrists were pinned together as cruel
rope was tied tightly around them. Too
tightly, a groan escaped from their lips as the circulation was cut off to
their hands. Sloane’s eyes pleaded with
her mother’s, but she gave no indication of changing her mind, her devout
religious upbringing leaving the decision in the hands of the Priest. The one guard whispered into her ear as he
pulled her towards him.
“I’m going to enjoy that lovely body soon enough, wench.” He pushed his cock against her ass, the
parents unaware of what he was doing behind their daughter, his cock sliding
back and forth across her smooth ass.
She had never felt a penis before, especially one as big and as hard as
the guard behind her. She was afraid of
what they were going to do to her. This
was like prison, unable to stop them from taking her at their whim. But she worried about Mary the most. She was so fragile, and she was not sure if
she would survive. She would have to do
whatever she could to help her.
“Gag them!” The Priest didn’t want
to hear their babbling.
Mary tasted the foul rag as it was thrust harshly in her mouth, her lips
split wide, her cheeks bulging. It was
dry, soaking up the spit in her mouth.
But the taste was the worse, the odor of urine filling her nose. She gagged, trying to stop from vomiting in
the gag, sure that she would choke to death if she did.
“MMMGG,” Sloane shaking her head as her mouth was filled with the dirty
rag, gulping hard. It tasted as if
someone had peed on it, the guard laughing quietly behind her.
“I saved up my piss just for you,” he whispered in her ear, his cock jerking
against her ass cheeks. “Soon you’ll
take a real cock in your mouth. I’ll
drive the Devil out of you with my instrument.”
Mary was the first to be stripped naked.
They made short work of the rags on her back, the threadbare dress
ripping easily, leaving her clad in a pair of white panties long faded from
use, now a dingy gray. Her breasts lay
unprotected beneath her dress, not large enough to be contained in a corset,
the family not able to afford the silky garments that the rich girls wore. She tried to fight them, succeeding only in
making her breasts dance up and down as they held her tightly by her bound
wrists, her face flushed in embarrassment.
“The undergarments. Shred those rags, she’ll have no use for them
here.” Father Michael preferred the
girls to be naked under the robes they would wear, their bodies always
available to the men at a whim. He
watched as a guard kneeled at her feet, another guard holding her legs together
at the knees, making sure that neither would suffer from her kicking. He slowly peeled the thin panties down her
legs, enjoying watching her suffer the humiliation, making sure that his
fingers ran across her lush bush. She
would be shorn later, for now her bush would protect her sex from the probing
eyes of the men. The men released her
legs, standing back to make sure that she didn’t kick them.
Father Michael was impressed with her body. Though she was the younger of the two, her
body was already mature. She had a pair
of firm breasts, with pert nipples that popped into hardness from the cold,
damp air in the room. They stood up
proudly as if they were beckoning the men to touch and caress them. There would be time for that after the
parents left. Her hips were filling out,
a slim waist, probably from lack of food gave her a beautiful hourglass
figure. Her legs were coyly pressed
together, her dense bush hiding her sex but there would be time for a more
intimate examination later. She would
soon learn that she would be examined often and by many, each person enjoying
probing her body intimately. He
approached her, the long, gleaming needle shining in the torches that lit the
room. It was over eight inches long, the
point sharp and pointed. “The Devil
leaves his marks on his chosen.” He was
talking to the parents as he eyed her naked body intimately. He found a large dark freckle on the top of
her breast. “I can tell by the feel of
the needle in the flesh if the mark is from the Devil.” He touched the end of the needle on the mark,
the sharp tip slicing into her flesh with barely a drop of blood shed. Her body jerked, the
guard behind her holding her tighter.
Tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head in pain, only muffled
noises coming from beneath the dirty gag stuffed in her mouth.
She thought she was dying when the Priest drove the tip of the needle at
least an inch into her breast flesh. She
shook and struggled as the guard held her tight, the Priest finally stopping,
the needle standing up by itself, buried deep into her skin. A trickle of blood ran down her white breast,
slowly running over her nipple, the pain so intense.
“The Devil has her soul,” he loudly acclaimed. He drew the needle out, the tip a bright red
from her blood.
“Please save her Lord,” the Mother exclaimed. She hated to see her daughter in pain, but
she knew it would be worse unless the Father could save her from the Devil.
“Don’t let the Devil take her, Father Michael,” the Father pleaded.
The guard swung her around, her naked ass facing the Father. “She has another mark, Father.” He touched her ass cheeks, hearing the
muffled cry of indignation at being so rudely fondled in front of her
parents. He pulled apart her cheeks, gazing
at the tiny virgin hole nestled between them before she clenched her muscles
and closed her cheeks from his view.
Father Michael pushed the needle into the birth mark on her right cheek;
not even pausing until over two inches of sharp metal was in her ass cheeks,
the flesh more muscled. She jerked back
and forth, the guard holding her tightly against him, feeling her naked tits
dancing against his chest. “The Devil
will put up a fight to take this wench.
Only I can save her, but it will be a long and painful journey to
salvation.” He withdrew the needle, a
tiny trickle of blood running down her cheek.
“She barely bleeds from the needle.
A sure sign that the Devil has her.” The guard swung her around, his hands pulling
her arms behind her, thrusting out her young, taut breasts. His heavy boots slipped between her legs,
making her spread her legs, crushing her toes beneath the heels of his boots
when she dared defy him. Father Michael
glared lustily at her naked body, his cock pushed hard against his rough robe. “Give her a robe and prepare the
sister.” It would be easy with the older
one, Sloane. She would do anything to
protect her sister and Father Michael would make sure that she did.
Sloane was already crying as she watched her sister stripped naked, the
needles pressed into her flesh while she screamed in pain. She knew they were going to do the same to
her, but she tried to act defiant, holding her head up high. Hands grabbed her arms, pulling them harshly
behind her back, one of the guards pressed up against her. She felt the bulge in his pants pushed up
against her, afraid of what they would do to her. Father Michael stood in front of her, gazing
at her, his eyes looking up and down her body.
Not like a Priest, but as a man would.
She had never met a Priest like him before and she feared him and what
he would do to them.
“You are pretty young thing, Sloane.
A virgin I hope,” he whispered in her ear.
She was and she hoped he would leave her alone, but she soon learned it
would be futile.
“We’ll see how good you can be.
Now let’s get a look at your naked body.” His fingers moved down the front of her
peasant blouse, yanking the collar down until it ripped, the dirty, torn
garment shredding in his hands. She was
naked beneath, Sloane struggling to cover herself, the guard holding her
tightly, her breasts dancing as she fought him.
Like her sister, she had a few birth marks. His fingers danced quickly over her nipples,
feeling them come to life from the touch, his fingers leaving them as tiny hard
darts popping out. He was going to enjoy
this one. She wouldn’t require much
except some threats against her younger sister to get her to perform. And some of the older men would like the way
she will cry and beg under a whip, willing to do anything to stop the pain. At seventy and eighty years old, they would
enjoy the tightness of a twenty year old virgin again in their lifetime,
forever grateful to Father Michael and his convent. They would pay dearly for the pleasure of
Sloane’s company.
His fingers took liberties with her body that no man had ever done, all
eyes on her half naked body, the torches lighting the cold, damp room. Her skirt was torn from her next, his hands
slowly sliding down her undergarments, the humiliation worse as they all
watched her treasures exposed to their eyes.
The rough material of the guard behind her pushed between her legs,
forcing her to open them wider, his heavy boots bruising her ankles as he
banged his boots on the inside of her legs.
Father Michael was gazing at her naked sex, Sloane ashamed as his hand
ran so freely through her bush, a tingling in her loins as she was rudely
handled. “NO!” She cried out silently in the gag. Father Michael had the needle in his hand,
Sloane protesting as her eyes followed the shiny needle moving between her
legs, the light of the torches shiny off the metal, hypnotizing her as it moved
so close to her sex.