For the Sae of Her Sisters

She wasn't sure what had roused her from her troubled sleep. Her dreams had been impure; the kind that always left her with a familiar stickiness between her legs; the kind that Father Murphy demanded she tell him every detail of in Confession. And the kind that always resulted in a heavy penance from her breathless priest.

She had more to worry about right now though, as she reluctantly opened her eyes, trying to remember the details of her dream in vain. As her vision began to adjust to the darkness she saw a figure standing beside her bed, and just as she was about to scream in terror, he covered her mouth and held a knife to her throat. He was wearing what she thought was a ski mask and his eyes were all that he could really see of his face.

Her mind was screaming, "No! Let me go!" but her mouth could make no more than a few unintelligible sounds. She struggled to free herself from his hold but that's when she felt the tip of his sharp knife press against the skin at her neck. She froze.

"Do as I say; don't make a sound and I won't harm the others. Do you understand?"

His menacing whisper frightened her almost as much as his knife, almost, but she knew she had to protect everyone else. With a look of sheer terror in her eyes, she nodded her assent.

"Now I'm going to take my hand and the knife away. If you do as you're told no-one else will have to be involved. Ready?"

Again, all she could do was nod and his hand slowly relaxed its grip as the point of his weapon left her throat.

"Get up and get dressed."

She almost fainted in relief as she was sure he had intended to rape her but, if he wanted her dressed he must have other ideas. Perhaps this was just a simple robbery and she had been the unlucky one he had chosen to assist him.

As she got out of bed however she wondered how she was going to be able to put on her clothes without exposing herself to the intruder. Thankful that she was wearing an extra-large T-shirt as she always did in bed her hopes that she might be able dress in the darkness were shattered by the sudden explosion of light from the overhead bulb.

Not daring to look at him, she walked almost crablike to where her clothes were waiting neatly folded on the solitary chair. Keeping her back to him she wondered just how much she could put on while her T-shirt still hid her modesty and reached first for her black tights. It was not too difficult pulling them up, but she soon realised that she was about to reveal her panties to a man for the first time ever, even if it was just a quick view from the back. Once again, she was secretly glad that the rules stipulated that panties were always worn in bed, and big ones at that.

Her bottom was fully covered but she could still feel the weight of his stare on her. What she didn't know was that he had replaced the knife with his camera, the camera that was recording every moment of her embarrassment. He smiled at her trying to protect her modesty and felt his cock straining for release, but he could be patient for a little longer.

She had come to the point when she knew her T-shirt would have to be removed and, taking a deep breath, she pulled it up and over her head. She stood there for just a second as his camera feasted upon her almost naked body before she grabbed her bra and put it on. Unfortunately, as she bent down to retrieve it from the chair the sight of her round breasts had been momentarily captured by his camera and his cock twitched again in response.

As soon as she fastened the clips behind her back she grabbed the rest of her clothes and pulled them on, pleased that her Order still retained the old-fashioned, full-length black habit and, placing her veil on her head, she turned to face him for the first time. Her slight sense of relief at being dressed was shattered when she saw the camera in his hand and her face burned in shame at what he had seen. Seen and recorded.

"Perfect, Sister. Just as I've always imagined. Now lie on your bed."

She hadn't expected him to say this as she thought her purity would be safeguarded now that she was clothed. She had always felt protected when she wore her habit; now she felt very vulnerable. And how she wished he would put down his camera. Her prayers were answered as he proceeded to do just that. But then she wished that he hadn't.

She watched in fear as he put the camera down next to his bag that she had only been vaguely aware of until now. As he opened it she saw the glint of his knife's blade and shuddered when she thought that was what he was going for. But it wasn't. Instead he produced a bunch of handcuffs and, as he straightened up with them in his hands, she trembled anew.

"Now, Sister, remember our deal. You remain quiet and we don't have to worry about the other Sisters. Stretch your arms up, please."

She momentarily wondered why he was always whispering. Was it because he didn't want any of the other nuns to hear him? But he wasn't exactly being quiet in anything else he did. Or was it because he thought she might recognise his voice? That thought terrified her even more than any other so far. That someone she knew could do this to her. That someone she knew had seen her practically naked and had recorded her shame. That someone she knew was about to handcuff her to her own bed and leave her at his mercy.

As these thoughts ran through her mind, and as she raised her arms obediently over her head, he took her right wrist and encircled it with his first manacle. As she had feared he then attached it to the old iron bedstead before walking round and doing the same with her left. She didn't want to think about what he intended to do with the other pairs of cuffs that he had lain on the bed, but it soon became obvious with his next words.

"Spread your legs, Sister."

She didn't think she had ever heard a more obscene command and yet she knew she had no choice but to obey. As she hesitated for just a second, he took her left leg by the ankle and fastened a metal cuff around it. It wasn't that he was being rough; it wasn't that he was fastening the cuffs particularly tightly, but she knew, once he had attached it to the footrest that she would only have one free limb remaining before she would be spread out before him.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded quietly, earnestly, not wanting to waken anyone else and yet not wanting to provoke him in any way.

"Don't be frightened, Sister. I think you're going to enjoy this."

With that he took her right leg in his hand and, pulling her legs apart, secured it just like the left one. He looked down on her, smiling, before he reached again for his camera and took some pictures of her as his prisoner.

Sister Maria had never felt so ashamed, so vulnerable and so frightened as she did at that moment. She still didn't know what he intended to do. If he still intended to molest her, why had he ordered her to dress? If he still intended to rob the convent, why had he taken the time to secure her to her bed. And she knew her body had been designed and created by the Almighty father but why was there a damp feeling between her legs? That more than anything that had happened so far failed to make any sense to her.

Her questions remained unanswered as she felt rather than saw him climbing on to the bed, the coils of her old iron bed frame creaking under the weight of two people being on the bed. Maria's heart was thudding so hard she was surprised neither of them could hear it and she would have been very surprised to know that his was too.

He made no more sound, nor issued any other commands as she felt him moving up the bed, ever so slowly inching towards her. The sight of his face hidden behind the mask only served to heighten her fear and anxiety even more. She couldn't have believed it was possible to feel any more scared than she already did but his anonymity reminded her that he could do anything he wanted to her and she might never know who he was.

Adding to this was the fact that she was practically immobile, secured to her bed like a rabbit caught in a trap. She knew she couldn't fight; she knew she couldn't scream and put her Sisters in danger and it felt like she was in the middle of a living nightmare that she could only pray that she would wake from soon. But as the man leaned over her, she knew she wasn't dreaming.

As she lay as still as possible, she could almost feel the blood pounding in her veins, every nerve tingling in a way she had never known, her whole body more alive than it had ever been before. Was it fear? Was it anticipation? She didn't know but she knew it was wrong when she felt his hands begin to roam over her body.

They had rested on her sides for a few moments as he had seemed content to look down on her and savour the vision beneath him. But when his hands started to move upwards, upwards to her breasts, upwards to breasts that no man had ever touched, her body seemed to freeze. Her mind was screaming but she could feel her nipples growing as he kneaded her breasts forcefully.

As he did so he leaned down closer to her and began to kiss her ears, teasing her in a way that she had never known. He sucked on her lobes and tongued her ear and her body squirmed at his touch, neither of them sure if it was because she was enjoying it or because she wanted him to stop.

But he did stop. She tried to tell herself that she was relieved, but he was sure he could see a hint of disappointment on her face. There wasn't much she could do about it though, cuffed to her bed as she was. But if it was disappointment she had felt when he had stopped playing with her full breasts it was her fear that returned when she watched him climb off the bed and retrieve his knife. When he climbed between her legs again, brandishing the knife, she lay totally still in terror, not allowing her mind to think about what he might have in mind.

When he carefully dug it into her habit high on her chest, she really thought that she was about to die, and she began to pray aloud.

"No need for prayers, Sister. I'm not going to harm you. But I do want to see what you've been hiding under your black robes for so long."

With that he slit her habit wide open from the neck to her waist revealing her large bra-encased breasts to his hungry eyes. If she was ashamed at the way he leered at them, her fear at least abated slightly when he put down his knife. Unfortunately, he replaced it with his camera and once again captured her shameful exposure.

Worse was to come though when he put down the camera on the bed beside her and became the first man to ever touch her breasts. Maria could not move as he released them from her plain white bra and took hold of them both in his hands, almost as if he was weighing them. Again, the camera was brought into use and she had to turn her face to the side, closing her eyes, more embarrassed than she would have previously thought possible.

Although she was refusing to look she couldn't help but feel his hands as he fondled her naked breasts, caressing them, before he took her nipples between his fingers and tugged playfully on them. They were already more engorged than the frightened nun had ever known and what he did to them next shocked her to her very core.

He slid down the bed a little to allow his mouth to latch on to her nipples, his wet tongue running around and round them as he sucked at them like a hungry child. With every moment she prayed that her torment would end, she prayed for deliverance, while her mind wondered what he would do to her next. She didn't have to wait long to find out.

He slowly climbed back up her body and sat on top of her, watching as she looked on in terror as he finally released his hard, impatient cock. As he got into position, she had no idea what was about to happen and there was a questioning look on her face as she dragged her fascinated eyes away from the first cock she had ever seen.

"What are you going to do?"

"What I've been waiting to do for far too long, Sister. I'm going to wrap your incredible tits around my cock and use them to wank myself with. I'm going to cover them with my cum and I might even have some left for your face. I've been saving it for you."

The look of shock on her face couldn't have been more profound if he had slapped her but it was more embarrassment that caused her to turn her face away again. She was a nun, a pious one, she liked to think. Now she was lying almost topless on her own bed, in her own room, in the convent that had been her home for so long. She had always felt safe here, sheltered even, and now there was a man sitting on top of her, his penis lying on her naked chest about to do unspeakable things to her.

With his hard cock lying between her breasts, he took hold of them again and held them together around it, slowly starting to move forwards and back. Although she didn't want to watch she couldn't help but stare at the sight of a man's cock sliding in and out of the valley between her breasts. She had never thought of them as anything more than a nuisance, ever since they had grown before any of the other girls. Ever since then she had done her best to hide them, very conscious of what men might be thinking when they stared at her and not wanting to be the cause of them sinning.

He had been thinking about this moment for a long time and had never given up the hope of seeing Sister Maria's breasts wrapped around his cock. Seeing her lying beneath him, his cock finally buried among her tit-flesh, he knew it had been worth the wait. What surprised him was the look on her face. There was humiliation of course but he was sure there was more than a little lust there too. He wondered if her pussy was starting to moisten but he would get to that later.

As for now he knew he wasn't going to last very long. As he begun to thrust forward with more urgency, he squeezed her tits tighter around his cock.

"I told you that you would enjoy it, Sister. Look at you, lying there in your habit while I fuck your gorgeous tits." Poor Maria blushed anew, and he noticed how quickly she was breathing now.

He pumped faster and faster as he felt his balls tightening then released her tits and grabbed his cock, aiming straight at her. She gasped in astonishment as the first shot sprayed across her breasts but then he seemed to aim higher. Grabbing her head, he continued to wank his cock, this time only inches from her face. For someone who had never seen a penis before to be faced with an erect one this close was almost overwhelming for the holy nun.

"Please don't," she pleaded because she had just seen him shoot all over her breasts. At this distance he couldn't possibly miss her face. But, then again, maybe it wouldn't be so much this time. She was wrong.

Before she could say another word, his cock spurted again, his cum landing in her mouth this time. Her mouth snapped shut instinctively but there was so much of it that it started to ooze out of her tightly closed lips. When his final spurt shot across her nose and cheeks she yelped in surprise then, before she knew it, had swallowed her mouthful of cum. She was truly mortified, unable to imagine anything more sinful than swallowing a man's seed. She knew her body was responding to this perverted treatment and she could only pray that he would leave her alone now and never discover the heat between her legs. As he increased her humiliation even more by wiping his cock across her face, smearing his cum all over, his next words hinted at something much more sinful.

"Now it's your turn, Sister."

Not daring to think what he might mean, she watched in fear and anticipation as he picked up the knife again and ruined the rest of her habit with one long slice from her waist to the hem. She whimpered in her shame as her underwear was exposed to his ravenous gaze. And, of course, to the all-seeing eye of his camera as he droped the knife and picked it up.

She turned her face to the side, her tears mixing with his cum as he took one shot after another of her lying spread-eagled on her bed, her veil still intact but her habit ripped in two. There was no escape from him or his camera as it records her white cotton panties showing through her black tights and she could only lie in wait for whatever else he had planned for her.

She didn't have too long to wait as he put down the camera and took up his knife once again. He had imagined that her underwear would have been black but somehow the white seemed more appropriate, as if it proudly stating that she was a virgin and proud of it. "Not for much longer," he said to himself.

"Lie still now, Sister; we wouldn't want you to get cut down here."

She could hardly see him now, even as she tried to raise her head from the bed, but she knew he was between her legs, she knew he was pulling at her tights, and she knew he still had the knife in his hand.

When she heard the unmistakeable tear of her tights and then felt the knife on the smooth skin of her inner thigh she knew what was coming. Within seconds he had cut away her panties and pulled them off, leaving her clothed in only her ruined nylons. Once again, the camera reappeared as he recorded for his later enjoyment every inch of her hairy pussy. He had presumed that nuns would not be so vain as to trim or shave between their legs and he was delighted that the reality equalled his expectation and his fantasies. What surprised him though was just how moist and puffy her lips were, and he couldn't wait to taste them.

Sister Maria had closed her eyes tightly now in fear, in embarrassment, in resignation as she realised that she was about to lose what she had vowed never to give up. But she knew she must do this to protect her Sisters. She could never have forgiven herself if any of them was to be put through such an ordeal because of her.

Surprisingly he climbed back up the bed to look down on her. He couldn't see her eyes, but he could see her trembling from head to toe beneath him and it caused his cock to begin stirring again. Suddenly he took hold of her by her chin and leaned down to kiss her, claiming her mouth as he was claiming the rest of her innocent body. He could see the sheen of sweat all over her skin as she lay there, unable to do anything but look up at him, pleading with him to stop now.

He ignored her request, certain that he had awoken a new desire in her body, even if her mind still refused to accept it. Almost tenderly his fingers traced across her face, her lips, her cheek, sliding down until his hand was around her throat. He squeezed ever so slightly to remind her that she was still in danger but that there was still so much more for her to experience, to enjoy.

She could feel her tears sliding down her cheeks, afraid at being so completely helpless. It didn't help when he reached down and began to play with her nipples again. She found herself arching her back up and told herself it was because of the way he was pinching her but, in her heart of hearts she knew that it was her body rising to meet his touch. When a moan escaped from her lips they both knew it was a moan of pleasure and not one of pain.

Under his skilled fingers her nipples were now hard little nubs of desire, desperate for whatever else he wanted to do to them. He squeezed them both, one hand on each breast, letting the pressure build, while he pulled at them together. She gasped and bit her bottom lip, trying not to make a sound, trying to protect her Sisters, but still her body arched as high as it could in her cuffs.

Just as she was beginning to think she couldn't take much more of his gentle punishment, one that she secretly imagined doing to herself to drive out any lustful thoughts in future, he let go. As if to ease her poor nipples he leaned down and ran his tongue around each one in turn before blowing on them. The cool feel of his tongue compared to his hot breath tormented her even more, caused her to try to clamp her thighs together, determined that he would not be witness to her ever-moistening private place or the unfamiliar scent of her arousal.