Voices called to them from somewhere inside the mansion, but both young nuns were too exhausted and battered to get up and seek their rescuers out.
They slumped naked on the heavy canvas mats on the stone floor, waiting for the others to finally make their way to the dungeon. Perhaps they should have gotten up and sought out their habits, but somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore. Their bruises and welts seemed somehow more appropriate than clothes after all they had been through.
It was Father Flannigan and the mother superior who finally walked into the dungeon where Sisters Grace and Mary Celeste waited. Their eyes bulged and their mouths fell open when they saw their abused charges.
"What happened to you?" the mother superior hissed, glancing around the room at all of the torture devices that still stood ready.
"There were two men," Sister Mary Celeste answered, her eyes cast, to the floor so she would not be looking into the accusing faces of the two persons in cloth. "And then they brought a third one. I've been held captive since I first arrived."
The mother superior rustled in her black habit to turn to Sister Grace. "And what about you?"
"They were waiting for me when I arrived," the nun explained under the older woman's seemingly harsh stare. "I was taken captive almost the minute I arrived."
"And why are you naked?" the mother superior asked in a curiously strained voice.
"They stripped me, then Sister Grace when she arrived," Mary Celeste tried to relate. "Then they did all sorts of things to us and made us do them to each other."
"I bet they showed you their cocks," Father Flannigan said, speaking for the first time since entering the dungeon and seeing the naked young nuns. The words were broken as if by tension.
Mary Celeste was sure that it was the horror of the situation that she was hearing cloud his words.
She nodded.
"And then they stuck them in all of your holes?" Father Flannigan breathed, almost as if it was not a true question.
She nodded again, raising her eyes to his face.
Instead of the accusation and horror that she expected, there was a look of intense interest. His eyes burned in their sockets as if a fire had been ignited behind them, and his lips were curled up at the corners in a tight smile rather than the frown she had expected.
"And what did they make you do to each other?" the mother superior suddenly asked, pulling the attention of the two young nuns back to herself.
"They… they made us lick each other," Sister Grace finally managed to say, her face and her titties red from having to admit such a thing to her leader.
"Your pussies?" the mother superior moaned. "They made you suck each other's cunt?"
The young naked nuns nodded, and the mother superior suddenly whirled back toward Father Flannigan.
"What do you think we should do with them?" the old nun breathed heavily.
Father Flannigan studied his two naked charges, looking from the titties and cunt of one to those of the other. His eyes traced the bruises and welts of their battered young bodies and seemed to drink in the results of their torture.
"I think we should comfort them," he finally answered in an urgent voice. "Let's show them that the church has many ways to accept them back into the fold."
The mother superior's face turned into a lusty smile at the answer she had received, and she turned and walked to the mat where Sister Grace lay. Using her hands, she pushed down the young nun's shoulders until the girl lay naked on her back on the mat.
"Now let me comfort some of your wounds," the older, habit-clad woman told her charge as her face dipped toward the young pussy.
"Come here, child," Father Flannigan urged as he held his hands out to Mary Celeste.
The cleric had moved to the edge of the mat upon which she sat and she could see a huge hump rising in the crotch of his robe. She went to her knees and made her way over, accepting his hands upon her shoulders. He pulled her to him, bumping her face into the hardness that poked her through the cloth.
"Now let my rod and my staff comfort you," he said as he lifted the hem of his robe.
The black cloth was dropped over her, enclosing her inside the robe next to his bare legs. A fleshy spear poked her in the cheek and she leaned back enough to see what it was. A hard, throbbing cock jutted from the top of his balls and aimed straight at her face. He had worn nothing beneath and everything was open to her eyes and mouth.
"Let my rod comfort you," he urged loudly again and Sister Mary Celeste stretched her lips wide to accept the thrust of his prick. His cock drove into the back of her mouth, spreading the taste of his pre-cum across her tongue. Hands clasped her at the back of her head through the robe and guided her for a second, then held her firm as he pistoned his fleshy fucker into her face.
An excited chill ran down Sister Mary Celeste's spine and her heart leaped in expectation.
All things had come together now and everything seemed to be working out all right. The past couple of days had opened her mind and her body to the pleasures of fucking andpain. But her life was still in the church. She had worried that the two worlds would never meet, but now she was being proven all wrong.
Her pussy creamed at the memory of the whip used by the mother superior, and she thought of all the young novices at the convent. Surely there were a lot of tiny, tight pussies among them just waiting to be sucked and beaten, and Father Flannigan could provide the needed cock.
It was all that her body and soul could ever desire.