Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 68

The fourth blow of the cane was just as fearsome. Claire screamed this time, her sounds bouncing from the stone walls. She was on the verge of another sin -- hating this cruel woman. But suddenly she felt the relief of the egg buzzing inside her cunt. It was a blessed sensation, a wonderful distraction. And her cunt had needed that rather badly.

"Take it, church whore," came another growl from Paola as Sister Claire gave up what might have been a prayer of thanks.

She lashed the butt and thighs of the poor nun again and again. The screams came each time and then were stilled as Paola used her remote control to give a surge of vibrations instantly the cane cut into the pale skin. Claire was sure she could not endure this abuse and, yet, she so much wanted Paola to take pleasure from caning her.

Paola knew, at least, how to prolong the agony. The buzzing egg usually convinced a female victim to endure a long, hard beating. The trick was in the timing, mixing the fearful pain with deep-felt pleasure. It worked for Claire, too, who began to crave the faster buzzing of the egg in her cunt. She could be so close -- if only Paola would permit her to orgasm instead of wanting to abuse her. But Claire was grateful for any relief from the horrid cane as it whipped against her aching body.

Finally, a dozen lovely, red welts had been created on the young, pale skin. Paola was pleased with her work, noting how well-spaced each blow had been. And the pale skin of her victim highlighted the lovely colour of pain. Leaving the egg to buzz more softly inside the nun's cunt, she took her time at last to run her hands over the soft flesh and the attractive curves of the younger woman.

The nun was a heaving mess, her flesh burning from the cane and desperate for climax. Paola was a dedicated lover of women as much as men. With Claire still bound over the frame, she could administer some proper relief. Her finger easily found the nun's hardened clit. Swollen, wet flesh told Paola she'd been right in guessing that the church woman was a dirty whore. The wicked older woman showed surprising tenderness and, in moments, Claire was straining against the leather cuffs as her body rode some desperately-needed orgasms. It was a reward, perhaps, for taking such a good caning.

"Cum, dirty whore," Paola told her. "You bad nun."

The younger woman's orgasms reignited the lust of the ravenous Paola. She didn't bother to wait for Claire to regain her breath. Quickly she took the confused nun onto the bed. Paola flopped her plump body beside the panting nun. She spread her tanned thighs and placed a large vibrator thrust into Claire's hand. The message was clear.

Paola squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples as Claire began to work that thick toy into the soaking, hairy hole. In fact, Paola much preferred bigger cocks and there was little resistance as Claire began to thrust.

"Fuck it... bitch, fuck it."

Claire worked harder, faster. She was happy to please - and eager to distract Paola from further thoughts of whipping her poor body. She rammed the toy cock as roughly as she could, not concerned about damaging the soaking cunt. It seemed Paola might enjoy pain and Sister Claire discovered that the more brutally she thrust, the louder were the orgasms enjoyed by Paola.

"You are dirty nun. Good whore," murmured the older woman once she'd taken a string of orgasms from the ramming toy.

Taking the vibrator, still buzzing, from Claire's hand, she pressed the nun onto her back. A flick of one hand was enough to make Claire spread her thighs wide. It was clear that Paola wished to give the outside another "reward".

"Now I fuck you," she told the nun, with a wicked grin.

Claire had no choice but to lie back, legs wide apart, as the dirty village slut penetrated her crudely. Despite her experience with Mr Watson, Claire's cunt was not accustomed to accepting such large objects. But the liberal coating of cunt juice allowed the rubber cock to slip past her opening. The first, brutal thrust forced her cunt to stretch wider. Claire tried to swallow her groan of protest -- knowing it would only incite Paola to commit more abuse. There was no point resisting the building of her climax as she lay limply, allowing Paola to plunder her fuck hole. Being fucked like that was not comfortable and, yet, Claire knew she would cum. It was dirty and wild but it was fucking for Jesus -- and the heavy breathing of the other woman betrayed her lust and made Sister Claire hornier, excited by such deviant sexual joy and no longer caring about "sin" as she allowed her body to give what Paola wanted.

Having cum three times before Paola finished reaming her with the toy cock, Claire lay back and panted her relief. Her cunt ached still -- this time no doubt bruised from the rough ramming. But there was something almost pleasant in the way that Paola explored her body now, softly trailing her plump fingers over the slim, pale body of the naked nun. The dominant woman would have kept the nun for a playmate if she could have. But the thought of a connection to the church was repugnant.