THE CONVENT 2 by Ann Ford

There was no escape.

Of that Anna was sure.

Who would even believe her?

If she wrote a letter to her father would he even receive it?

She felt sick, but she also felt… excited. Was that the name for the dampness between her thighs?

She was horrified, yet giddy. Her hands shook as she held them together in prayer. Sweat trickled down her back and there was a cramping deep within her abdomen.

After the incident with the groundskeeper, she’d returned to her room. She had gone through her duties with a hollowness deep within her that wanted, no craved, to be filled.

A hollowness she hadn’t even know existed until she’d come to the convent.

‘I told you not to go out at night.’

Anna started and turned to see Sister Jane kneeling beside her. Anna felt her face flush was colour as she remembered the groundskeeper rutting the nun.

‘There’s no getting out now,’ Sister Jane whispered, turning her rosary beads in her fingers. ‘Once you have a taste, there’s no forgetting. And they don’t forget you.’

Anna remembered the feeling of the groundskeeper’s tongue sliding into her body. Normal tongues didn’t feel like that. So long. So thick. Serpentine and abnormal, but somehow she wanted to feel it again.

‘You should have warned me,’ she hissed, caught between tears and arousal.

‘I did,’ Sister Jane said, ‘more than anyone ever warned me.’

‘Do they only come at night?’ Anna whispered.

Sister Jane smiled grimly. ‘No, no they don’t.’

***

‘Anna!’

Anna jumped, dropping the hymn book she had been pretending to study.

Sister Beatrice stood at the door of her room, scowling at her. Anna felt a chill slide down her spine. Had the groundskeeper told Sister Beatrice what had happened between them?

‘Follow me,’ Sister Beatrice ordered her.

Anna followed Sister Beatrice to her office. She felt like her heart had crawled into her throat. But when they entered the dusty office, Anna realised that they were not alone. A man was standing with his back to them, looking out the one small window.

‘Anna, this is Father Iago,’ Sister Beatrice introduced them as she ushered Anna into the office. ‘He will be with us for the next few days. He has taken an interest in some books in our library and you will assist him.’

Father Iago turned and Anna’s breath caught in her throat. She had never seen someone before who looked so… inhuman. He was traditionally handsome but there was an edge to him. He reminded Anna of a beautiful rose, breath-taking but cutting.

Anyone who touched him would leave with bloody palms.

‘Good to meet you, Anna,’ Father Iago purred.

Anna flushed and nodded, looking down at her shoes. Her hands were damp with sweat and the cramping in her lower abdomen had become worse.

What was wrong with her?

Anna walked with Father Iago to the library. She kept her eyes trained ahead of her the whole way there and he didn’t try to speak to her, but somehow Anna felt like his gaze never left her even though he too was looking ahead. It was like there was some kind of invisible bond between them.

The library was empty. It smelled of old books and dust and neglect. Hardly anyone used it. Most of the nuns were concerned only with their hymn books and Bibles.

‘Come with me, Anna,’ Father Iago said and led her deeper into the maze of books.

Despite asking for her help, he seemed to know exactly where he was going.

‘W-What book are you looking for, Father?’ Anna asked as they walked deeper and deeper into the library.

‘An old one. A very old one.’

They stopped in an aisle of crumbling books. The thick layers of dust that coated the books and the shelves indicated that no one had used these books in a long time.

‘Here it is,’ Father Iago said and pulled out a crumbling volume with a faded cover.

He turned to give it to Anna but before she could take it from him, he dropped it to the ground where it caused a cloud of dust to float up. Coughing, Anna bent down to retrieve it but stopped when she caught sight of what the book contained.

When it had fallen, the book had opened, revealing its contents to Anna’s shocked eyes.

Lewd drawings of naked figures had been carefully, almost lovingly sketched along the yellowing pages. Anna had never seen anything like it before. The figures didn’t even look human, somehow crossed between beast and man.

‘F-Father?’ Anna whispered raising her shocked eyes to meet his.

Father Iago grinned down at her and Anna was suddenly reminded of the groundskeeper. She tried to back away but Father Iago grabbed her by her chin, stopping her.

‘Hello Anna.’

That voice.

She knew that voice.

It was the voice that had whispered to her as the groundskeeper had fucked Sister Jane.

‘I’ve missed you, Anna,’ Father Iago said.

With his free hand, he reached into the black swirls of his robe and pulled free his erect cock.

He kept her on her knees. Anna’s cheeks reddened as she knelt in front of him, the hard floor bruising her knees. The air smelled of dust, and sin and slick.

Anna couldn’t take her eyes from the massive cock in front of her. Its bulbous head wept and her cunt pulsed as the thought of it ripping into her. She didn’t even know if she could take something like that into her body.

‘Open your mouth,’ Father Iago ordered her.

She knew she couldn’t argue.

Anna opened her mouth and watched helplessly as he guided his cock between her lips. She gasped as it slid over her tongue. He pushed until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but he didn’t pull it out.

‘Good girl,’ he groaned as he began to move his penis in and out of her waiting mouth.

Spit dribbled down her chin and tears tracked down her cheeks. She could do nothing but kneel as he raped her mouth, making her gag and gasp as the mushroom tip smacked into the back of her throat.

He tasted like salt and sin. She hated that she liked it.

He grunted, pushing more and more violently into her mouth. She dug her fingers into his thighs to keep herself upright. Her jaw ached. But she didn’t move. She didn’t fight back. She let him fuck her mouth.

She knew what was going to happen a second before it happened.

She felt his muscles tighten and his cock swell and suddenly his salty cum was filling her mouth, pushing its way down her throat.

Before he was finished cumming, he yanked his cock from her mouth so that streams of cum could land on her cheeks and face. The move was possessive in a way that made Anna’s pussy tighten.

‘Anna, Anna, Anna, look at you? You’re a mess,’ Father Iago whispered with a wicked smirk.

Anna looked up at him, his cum still thick in her throat and dripping off of her face. She was still kneeling in front of him like he was some twisted god.

‘Open your legs.’

Still kneeling, she pushed her knees out. She knew she should refuse or shout for help, but she was trapped in the spell of his voice and the magnetism of his eyes.

‘Take your panties off.’

She reached under her dress and with shaking fingers pulled off her underwear. She flushed when she saw how wet it was.

Father Iago took her soaked panties from her, grinning wickedly. To her embarrassment, he ran them over her face, gathering up his cum. The smell of her own arousal both humiliated her and only made her more desperate for something to fill her cunt.

‘Open your mouth.’

She opened her aching mouth once again but instead of his still dripping cock, Father Iago pushed inside her soaked underwear. He made sure to push the sopping gusset against her tongue so that she could taste both the saltiness of his cum and the musk of her own arousal.

‘You are just a little whore, aren’t you?’ Father Iago said.

Anna was still kneeling in front of him, her legs open and her soaked panties shoved into her mouth. She could smell the dustiness of the books and Father Iago’s cum.

The worry that someone would walk past was only a distant one now.

‘My little whore.’ Father Iago grinned down at her and there was a sharpness to his teeth that should have terrified her but instead only made her wetter.

Father Iago reached between her waiting thighs and Anna whimpered. He slid a long finger through her sopping folds and she couldn’t stop her hips from jerking desperately.

‘Look how desperate you are for that sopping cunt to be filled,’ he said, raising his wet finger to his lips.

With a wicked grin, Father Iago reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a wooden rosary. Anna watched with desperate eyes as he twisted the beads around his fingers and then reached back down to her soaking pussy.

It was wrong. It was sacrilegious. But she didn’t stop him as he worked his fingers through the folds of her cunt, arousing her by moving the cold beads across her hot skin.

Anna moaned through her panties and moved her hips, grinding herself into Father Iago’s hand. He watched her with dark, hungry eyes as she fucked herself, letting him rub the rosary beads across her hard clit.

Anna could feel the beginnings of an orgasm blooming in her stomach.

She closed her eyes, tasting Father Iago’s cum and her own wetness. The air smelled of pussy now. She ground down against the rosary beads, pushing herself towards what promised to be a brilliant orgasm.

She came with a loud groan and fell to her hands, her hips bucking widely. Wetness gushed down her thighs and drenched the rosary. Her pussy pulsed hungrily and it took all her restraint not to scream.

‘Good whore,’ Father Iago said, pulling his hand free.

Anna glanced up as he pulled the rosary over his head. The beads shone wetly in the dull light of the library.

‘I’ll keep this until we meet again,’ Father Iago said.

Anna watched him as he left, her panties still deep inside her mouth.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO