Chapter 3: Never Trust a Smiling Nun

Chapter 3: Never Trust a Smiling Nun

But then the illusion was shattered when she was told, “Enjoy the view. This is the last you’ll see of this room. Now it’s back to the cold steel walls of the sinner cells.”

She jerked savagely on the rod and Dawn cried out at the pain of that metal band digging into her neck. Olga started for the stairs, dragging Dawn behind her.

Back in her cabin, she took the control rod off Dawn’s neck, noted the red marks it had left there, and smiled. “Come over here,” she ordered, pointing to a spot at the end of the bed. As Dawn took the few steps, she noticed a small pole sticking out of the floor, something she had not noted before. It was not thick but seemed solid. At the top it was thicker and had a blunt end. Sister Olga poured some ointment on the end, a thick syrup.

“Spread your legs,” Sister Olga ordered. “Straddle that pole. Directly over it. Move!”

At Saint Dorina’s, Dawn had experienced something like this and dreaded what would happen next. But she obeyed, spreading her legs and positioning herself so that thing was directly beneath her hips. Sister Olga held a small black box with a toggle switch on top. When she pushed it one way, the pole rose slowly from the floor. Dawn felt it touch her skin then stop. Ogla knelt down and moved Dawn’s hips a little back so that the blunt end was positioned just right. Then she flipped the toggle switch again and the pole rose, pushing its way into Dawn’s vagina. The ointment was a lubricant, so the metal rod entering her was not at all as painful as it might have been. Dawn suspected that this was done not out of kindness but simply to make it easier to impale her.

That is what it did, impale her on the pole, lifting upward until her legs came together and she was standing on her toes. Only then did it stop. It was not comfortable at all for Dawn, and the metal was cold inside her. That was the least of her problems for her body heat would warm it up. But it did exert a good deal of pressure in a sensitive place. Dawn grimaced but said nothing.

Sister Olga put the control box on the dresser and took up two pairs of handcuffs. Kneeling, she placed one set of cuffs on Dawn’s ankles, with the short chain connecting them in front of the pole. Then the added the other set on so the chain was behind the pole. That assured that Dawn’s feet would not stray far from the base of the pole.

Smiling at the way Dawn was straining to stay on her toes, she commented, “You’ll settle down eventually. And you’d be surprised at how much your cunt can expand to take in things. By morning you’ll be flatfooted on the floor.”

Dawn’s heart sank at that pronouncement. She would be standing there all night, and she knew it would be a sleepless night and most unpleasant. Her arms remained bound behind her, still aching. By morning, that ache would have grown a great deal and she would be suffering.

Of course, Sister Olga was not content to just have Dawn standing there all night. She wanted to assure that Dawn would not be moaning or making any noise that would disturb her sleep, so she added a gag to the restraints. It was a standard rubber ball gag of which they had hundreds around the place. The ball was forced into her mouth, wedged behind her teeth and buckled in place tightly. Dawn closed her eyes and felt like crying. She knew from experience that this large rubber ball filling her mouth would make the muscles of her jaw ache terribly, a pain that would grow worse as the night wore on. In fact, her experience told her that the pain in her jaw might well exceed that in her tightly bound arms and stuffed vagina.

Sister Olga checked everything over, all the ropes, the handcuffs on her ankles, and the gag, then, satisfied that all was secure, she proceeded to ignore the naked sinner.

Sitting on her bed, propped up against the headboard, she read some reports, placing a few comments here and there. After an hour’s paperwork, she put those away and stretched, lifting herself up onto her toes and pushing her arms high above her. Then she pushed a button on a intercom and summoned Sister Mary.

The Nun knew what that summons meant, for she was not dressed in her catsuit uniform but in provocative, see-through black lingerie and high heels. Sister Olga had divested herself of her uniform and embraced the Nun, holding her and kissing her passionately. When they broke, she stretched herself out on the bed and smiled. Sister Mary walked around to the other side of the bed, pausing for a second by Dawn to tweak her nipple hard enough to make her jerk, then proceeded onto the bed.

There followed a long, sensuous session of lesbian lovemaking, both stimulating and pleasing to the two participants but only making the observer ache with frustration. Dawn had enough lesbian in her to really want to be a part of what she was forced to watch. She longed for the touch of those hands and the feel of those soft lips upon her nipples. When the serious licking and sucking began, she experienced a heat and ache in her loins. The metal pole added to that stimulus but did nothing to help satisfy her need. Had she been able to lift and lower herself on her toes, she might have gotten pleasure from the pumping of that metal inside her, but she was forced to stand only on her toes.

Eventually the two on the bed fell into an exhausted but satisfied sleep.

Dawn did not.