THE CONVENT 1 by Ann Ford

Hands moved up her thighs. She couldn’t see them, but she knew that these were no ordinary hands. The fingers were slightly too long, the nails slightly too sharp. There was an animal quality to these hands, a bestiality that frightened her.

And excited her.

They trailed up her now damp skin to the place that ached at the apex of her thighs. The place the nuns told her not to think about. The place Father pretended was not there. The place that the girls in the village would whisper about.

She wanted nothing more than for those hands to part that soaked flesh. She wanted them to burrow deep, to go where no one had ever gone before.

She wanted those hands to fuck her.

*

Anna woke with a start.

Her skin was damp with sweat and her upper thighs were slick with arousal. That place between her legs throbbed in time with her heartbeat as though it was a living thing.

Since she had come to the convent, the dream had plagued her. Night after night. Always the same hands, always the same ending. Never any relief.

Her Father had sent her to the convent in the hills to preserve her purity for marriage after she had turned eighteen. He’d told her to think about her future husband and pray for guidance during this time. She’d tried at first but the dreams had slowly slid into her mind like a slippery snake, and now even during her waking hours she couldn’t stop thinking about them.

She was always wet. Her nipples were always hard. She felt like she was constantly on the brink of her sliding her hand beneath her gown and touching that slippery place that seemed to have a life of its own.

Anna hadn’t told the other nuns about her dreams. They were all so dour, so serious. She doubted that they would understand. They’d probably make her kneel on the cold floor and recite prayers until the convent crumbled around her.

‘Anna, you look tired,’ Sister Beatrice said to her over breakfast, her frown deeper than normal.

‘I’m fine, Sister. I’m just having some trouble sleeping,’ Anna said and kept her eyes downcast.

The hard wood of the bench only seemed to make the liquid heat of her core so much worse. She found herself tilting her hips slightly so that she could press that place a little harder against the wood.

After breakfast, it was time for reflection. As Anna was not a proper nun, she was sent to reflect on her own in a small room away from the other nuns.

She knelt on the cold stone floor and stared with unfocused eyes at the stained-glass window. It was meant to be a design of hands raised in prayer and praise, but all she saw were those hands that touched her thighs at night.

Anna wasn’t sure how much time passed before the door opened and Sister Jane quietly walked into the room. She was one of the younger nuns, having taken her vows at twenty. Anna always thought she was pretty and that it was a shame that she hid most of herself beneath her habit.

‘Anna,’ Sister Jane greeted her.

Anna noticed that there was an almost glazed look to the nun’s eyes and her habit was more wrinkled than usual. Sister Beatrice normally demanded constant neatness.

‘I heard you were having trouble sleeping,’ Sister Jane said to Anna and knelt by her, ‘that you were having strange dreams.’

Anna felt her face flush. ‘D-Dreams?’

‘Don’t be ashamed,’ Sister Jane leaned close to her and whispered. ‘We’ve all had them.’

‘W-What?’

‘Sister Beatrice pretends like she doesn’t have a cunt, but most of the younger nuns don’t.’

Anna felt her mouth fall open. She’d never expected to hear such language from Sister Jane.

‘I don’t know what they expected, building a convent on a doorway to Hell.’

‘D-Doorway to Hell?’

Sister Jane nodded placidly before saying, ‘There’s a reason they told you not to go out at night, and why we have a curfew. Bad things happen at night.’

With that Sister Jane rose and left Anna staring open-mouthed at the door.

*

‘Doorway to Hell,’ Anna whispered to herself.

As far as she could remember, she’d been taught about Hell, the Devil and fire. Never doorways to Hell. People didn’t normally want to go there.

It was night. The sky was dark and her candle was burning low. The convent enacted a strict curfew, but she had to know. She had to know if Sister Beatrice had been telling the truth.

The corridors were quiet and dark. All the other nuns’ doors were firmly closed. The only remotely alive thing in the convent at night seemed to be the bats that gathered in the rafters.

Anna had always thought it strange that there were so many bats in a convent.

She was about to turn back and give up on her exploration when she heard the sound of muffled moaning from one of the prayer rooms. She stopped, caught between her curiosity and her fear.

Her curiosity won.

Anna blew out her candle and carefully crept to the door. It was slightly ajar, so that she could peek inside.

Sister Jane was kneeling on her hands and knees on the stone floor. She was naked and what looked like her shift had been stuffed into her mouth to quieten her moans. Behind her with his trousers down so that Anna could see his naked thighs was the groundskeeper.

His skin was slick with sweat and he was furiously pounding into Sister Jane. Anna couldn’t rip her eyes away from the way his fingers dug into the nun’s hips or the way every time he pulled back, Anna caught sight of a soaked penis.

She’d never seen one before. She couldn’t look away from its large mushroom head or the thick veins that slid down it like vines.

‘Take it like the whore that you are,’ he snarled at Sister Jane, his eyes wild.

She moaned through the cloth. Her breasts swung like pendulums and Anna couldn’t tell if her moans were ones of pleasure of pain, but the look in her eyes told her that Sister Jane didn’t care which one it was.

Anna could feel wetness gathering at her core. She had that same yearning she always experienced in the dream; she wanted something there, deep inside of her, stretching her.

She stepped back, suddenly afraid, but as she stepped back, she collided with something solid and warm. Her eyes widened in fright but before she could make a sound, a hand clamped over her mouth.

She didn’t need to look behind her to know it wasn’t a nun.

The person’s body was impossibly warm. The hand across her mouth was strong and the fingers seemed slightly too long and oddly jointed.

‘Hello Anna,’ a voice rasped in her ear.

She’d never heard a voice like that before. It was like a cross between a caress and slap. Pain and pleasure twisted together in it until there was no telling where one started and where one ended.

‘Pretty, aren’t they?’ the voice cooed.

From where Anna stood, she could still see the groundskeeper and Sister Jane. The man seemed to be giving no indication of stopping soon.

‘Do you want to join them?’

As frightened as she was, Anna knew she didn’t want to join them. She shook her head furiously and a rough laugh slipped along her skin.

‘That’s a pity, but I guess we can have some fun here.’

Anna felt something hard and unmistakably male press up against her lower back. It was larger than she had imagined. She tried to pull away but her assailant easily held her against their chest.

‘Be a good girl, Anna, or I’ll let Sister Beatrice know what you and Sister Jane have been up to.’

That made Anna still. She couldn’t risk Sister Beatrice telling her father that she had been impure. She’d never get out of the convent then.

‘We’re going to watch Sister Jane, but we’re going to have some fun too.’

Anna couldn’t believe that this was happening. Every nerve felt alive across her body and she could hear the roar of blood in her eardrums. Her eyes were transfixed by the sight of the groundskeeper’s cock vanishing and then reappearing as he ploughed into Sister Jane.

She felt her nightgown being lifted until it was above her waist. Her bare skin was now pressed against what felt like fine cloth and a rock-hard penis. She was ashamed to feel how wet she still was and how her core throbbed.

‘On your hands and knees like your dear sister,’ the voice commanded.

Anna dropped to her hands and knees, feeling dazed like she was in a dream. She heard the sound of cloth moving and suddenly felt the weight of a body press across her back. Something terribly large and warm pressed against her thighs. She gingerly opened them so that the hard length slid between them.

Now, the cock was sandwiched between her thighs and held snugly against her wet pussy lips.

‘Keep your thighs tightly squeezed.’

Anna nodded. She could feel tears dripping down her cheeks but at the same time, she wanted this. Her breasts felt heavy, and her entire body seemed too warm and too wet.

In front of her, the groundskeeper had turned Sister Jane onto her back. In that position, Anna could clearly see his cock ravishing the nun’s pussy. The wet sound of bodies moving against one another filled the air.

The cock between her thighs began to move. Anna gasped as it not only rubbed against her thighs, but rubbed against her own pussy. Every time it surged forward, pleasure twisted through her body and she could feel herself clenching around nothing.

The figure kept their weight firmly pressed against her back so that she could feel every thrust of their pelvis. Anna felt sweat dripping down onto her neck, and a long tongue slid down to lick one of her cheeks.

She wished she was disgusted, but she wasn’t.

She dug her fingers into the cold ground as slowly the pleasure built and built. Sister Jane was moaning and thrashing. Anna watched as she groundskeeper grabbed her hips and held them high so that he could hammer himself home.

Anna couldn’t stop herself from crying out as all her muscles seemed to tense. Warm pleasure blossomed deep in her stomach and she felt her pussy spasm and twitch against the cock between her thighs.

The figure hissed and continued to wildly thrust as she came. Anna expected them to finish against her stomach, but instead, they suddenly pulled out from the wet embrace of her thighs.

Before she could think, before she could protest, she felt the cock suddenly push against her bottom. The shove was merciless and the tight ring of muscles shuddered vainly against the intrusion, but could not hold out against the hot weight.

Anna could only gasp as the tip of the cock slid into her bottom, just enough to deposit a hot load of semen into her body.

The groundskeeper let out a loud grunt at the same time and rammed his cock home deep into Sister Jane’s pussy, as Sister Jane let out a cry of release around her makeshift gag. Anna watched helplessly as the groundskeeper too emptied himself deep inside the nun before pulling out and letting her fall limply to the ground.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ the voice whispered against Anna’s ear.

She couldn’t respond. She was stuck between pleasure, fear and humiliation.

Hot semen dripped from her ass, and her hands and knees were bruised from the hard stones.

Sister Jane had been right. The convent really had been built on a doorway to Hell.

*

‘I have to leave,’ Anna whispered to herself. ‘This place is… evil.’

Evil?

If it was so evil why did she feel so satisfied? Why did the bruises on her knees and hands, and the dull ache in her ass not disturb her?

Anna shook her head. She had to believe it was evil. Good girls didn’t like these things. Her father would be horrified if he knew.

She’d leave and contact her father. He’d understand why she’d left if she explained it to him. He’d take her away, keep her safe.

The figure – whatever it was – had left her as abruptly as it had appeared. She’d crawled away to her room before Sister Jane and the groundskeeper had noticed her.

She didn’t think she could ever look Sister Jane in the eye again.

Anna hastily packed what she could fit into her a small cloth bag and fled. The hallways of the convent were empty and so were the grounds.

The convent was in the middle of nowhere. It sat on a pinnacle of stone and was surrounded by miles and miles of thick forest. There was one road in and one road out.

Anna had thought the seclusion was for the nuns’ benefit but she was beginning to doubt that.

She hoisted her bag over the wall and was about to clear the top when something grabbed her ankle. She let out a surprised shriek as she was pulled back onto the monastery’s grounds. She fell in a heap on the damp grass and looked up in surprise at the groundskeeper’s face.

Anna froze. She couldn’t get the image of the groundskeeper and Sister Jane out of her mind.

She hadn’t noticed the night before how darkly handsome he was.

‘Going somewhere, Sister?’ the groundskeeper asked.

He was still holding her ankle and so her dress had fallen up to reveal the tops of her stockings and a little too much of her thighs.

‘I’m not a nun,’ Anna whispered, unable to take her eyes away from his.

There was something in his eyes, a shadow that wasn’t quite human. It reminded Anna of a beautiful snake… one that was wrapped around her throat.

‘Really?’ the groundskeeper asked and pulled her ankle slightly, making her slide across the grass.

Anna tried to pull her dress down but it didn’t work. It was bunched up behind her, revealing her thighs and her shift to the groundskeeper.

‘Explains why you smell like fucking then,’ the groundskeeper said with a wicked grin.

Anna’s cheeks flushed and she tried to kick away from him, but all she managed to do was to move her shift so that it pulled across her pussy, revealing the tell-tale dampness.

‘Please let me go,’ Anna whimpered, trying and failing to twist away from him.

‘Don’t worry,’ the groundskeeper said as he dropped to his knees between her spread legs, ‘I’ll make it as good as last night.’

Anna couldn’t fully process his words because he yanked up her dress and shift, bunching it around her waist. She moaned as he revealed her soaked pussy to the chilly morning air.

‘Smells like breakfast.’

The groundskeeper buried his face between her thighs and lapped at her pussy. Anna was caught between pushing him off and forcing him deeper into her folds. She tried to do the former by closing her thighs around his head, but he only chuckled and easily spread her legs by holding down her knees. She was now firmly pinned to the ground.

‘Please,’ Anna whimpered, ‘someone might see.’

There was no response. Only a building pressure at her opening. Anna gasped as something breached it. It felt too thick to be a tongue, but when she looked down, the groundskeeper’s hands were still holding down her legs.

The invasion balanced somewhere between pleasure and pain. There was a sharpness to it that made her eyes water but beneath it there was a terrible lick of pleasure, something that made her buck her hips and accept more of the invading tongue.

His tongue slid deeper and deeper, impossibly long and thick, filling her up, making her gasp and writhe. Her body put up a momentarily resistance before that was broken.

Anna cried out at the stab of pain but the groundskeeper only grunted and continued. She looked down between her spread thighs and saw that his eyes were no longer human.

They were fully reptilian.

She screamed and tried to pull away but his tongue deep in her cunt kept her captive. She wouldn’t be allowed to escape until he was finished – like Sister Jane the previous night.

The tongue inside her twisted and undulated, hitting a part deep in her body that made her head spin despite her revulsion.

‘No, please,’ she whispered but there was no longer any conviction in her words.

That tongue, like a snake itself, moved deep inside of her. Her body clenched around it like a hungry mouth and milked it, asking for something that it couldn’t give.

Anna’s orgasm was hard and fast, and tinged with humiliation, but she couldn’t control herself anymore. She pushed her pussy against his face and rode out her release, tears slowly tracking down her cheeks.

It was wrong. It was perverted. But it felt so good.

The thick tongue lowly retracted from her body, dripping her arousal across her stomach and thighs. The groundskeeper grinned cruelly at her.

‘Do you think you can go back to your father now?’ he asked her, face smeared with her slick.

She didn’t need to answer him. They both knew the answer.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE