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Chapter Three

I took Father Eustace's good advice, and shortly afterwards our little party broke up. My mother and his Reverence found suitable accommodations for themselves, and my handsome hostess took me with her into her own bedroom.

There I found two baths – slightly perfumed – awaiting us. We both stripped and bathed. From this luxurious operation, I experienced most beneficial effects, and so did my aunt. Indeed, as we were wiping ourselves and each other, we both became as lively as if the lovemaking we had just performed on the sofa had been a matter of no consequence at all.

My Lady Abbess was soon to perceive the effect produced upon me. She asked me to dry her back with a soft towel. Of course I was happy to be of service. I continued the operation from her back downwards to her magnificent buttocks which I gently separated and molded like firm dough, paying due attention to the small orifice there located. From there, my hands roamed to the moss-covered receptacle that my cock had recently occupied. Of course, the least I could do was to pay particular attention to this spot, and in the course of handling it and drying it, my prick began to stand as savagely as if I had not seen a pretty woman for six months.

As I was stark naked, Madame Agatha was not slow to perceive this interesting fact, and exclaimed, “Oh, you darling boy, how ready and manful you are! I was afraid that I should have to take the rod to you, or resort to some other of the means by which women restore vitality to the dormant powers of our male friends. But you don't require anything of the kind.” At this point, she actually knelt down and began handling and kissing my shaft and balls until I began to fear that my sperm would be wasted on her face, when it ought to be injected elsewhere. When I hinted at this, she reluctantly withdrew, saying that she didn't want to lose a precious drop on any account and begged me to follow her to bed instantly.

I wanted to ask her a good many questions, one in particular about the rod she spoke of, but I saw that talking was perfectly useless until I had satisfied her animal lusts. Although my performance upon her upturned bottom had been very delightful, and had worked her up to a high pitch of excitement, yet it had made her desire for me even greater. To speak more plainly, although I had the satisfaction of injecting a most copious amount of my fluid into her eager pussy, she herself had not come. So my aunt had got just enough to make her want more.

She even avoided all gentle preliminaries such as I believe women generally like. No sooner were we in bed than she drew me to her. I was determined, however, not to give her the immediate and fleeting satisfaction she craved by plunging my rock-hard piston into her hungry cunt. Instead, I moved up and guided my jerking shaft to the lips of her mouth, forcing it past her teeth and into her throat. Without objection she took it all and slurped all around the shaft, head and balls while I commenced a steady, rocking motion. I remained buried in her throat for quite some while, feeling my cock swelling until I was sure she would be unable to breathe. Then I withdrew it and gave her what she so desperately desired, driving it between the lips of her slit and burying it up to my balls.

Two or three more stalwart shoves on my part, followed by some ecstatic heavings and boundings on Agatha's part, a few rapturous exclamations from both of us, and I felt my cock saturated up to the very roots with warm foaming cream. Two seconds later, I spurted my load into her grasping cunt. Her tight lips wrung every last drop from me as I spasmed in a paroxysm of ecstasy. We both lay for a minute or two; my aunt kissed me and called me all the endearing names she could think of in gratitude for my successful performance. Being rather practical as far as my own comforts are concerned, I put a stop to this proceeding by suggesting the propriety of covering ourselves somewhat, which was immediately followed by her producing two elegant nightdresses, which we put on before returning to bed. Not being very sleepy however, I asked my lovely bedfellow to tell me what she meant by her allusion to the “rod” and why she talked of applying it to me.

“To you, dearest Auguste, I can perceive it will be quite an unnecessary instrument,” she replied. “But we occasionally have to use it both on the buttocks of our male friends, and the soft white rumps of our young ladies. It is merely a birch rod,” said she, opening a drawer near her bed and producing one. “And these,” she continued, throwing on the bed a lot of velvet-covered straps and buckles, “are what we sometimes use to confine a novice's arms and legs, if she proves reluctant. Surely you must know, you innocent boy, that the application of the rod excites the lust of both the whipper and the whipped… the latter to a most wonderful extent.

In the Convent of St. Emergarde, where I first entered the service of the Lord, our favorite confessor, Father Abelard, was often requested by our Lady Superior to favor her with his company at supper as soon as his duties were concluded. By this time you're aware, dear Auguste, that the 'duties' of a confessor do not always consist of hearing a pretty girl repeat a litany of nonsense about the sins she has been guilty of for a week or two past.”

“No, indeed,” said I. “The glorious scene between Father Eustace and Emilie would satisfy me to the contrary.”

“Well,” said my fair instructress, “I have known Father Abelard to fuck three of the finest novices on one afternoon, and then with our Mother Superior. By now you also know, Auguste, that the Superior is not necessarily either the ugliest, oldest, or most devout woman in the convent, and our Lady Beatrice was a handsome and a very lascivious woman. On the present occasion, Father Abelard had not been in her private apartment ten minutes before her bell rang furiously, and I was requested to bring the rod forthwith. I may here mention that I had experienced the effect of that weapon, and was regarded, although quite a novice, as one of the initiated. How this happened I will tell you shortly, although not until I finish my story.

“First I asked the Abbess if she required my personal attentions, but she replied, 'Most certainly not,' and by way of showing that she was perfectly ready, placed herself on the edge of the bed, half reclining, half sitting, with each leg supported by a chair and as wide apart as they could stretch. Between those beautiful ivory shafts, we placed Father Abelard, leaning over her and kissing her, and sticking out his rump so as to have the full benefit of my ministrations.

“I, who recollected my initiation in the ways of the rod from Father Abelard two months before, did not spare him! I let him have it handsomely upon the buttocks with the rod. After a few smart strokes, my superior called out, 'That's right, give it to him well. His cock is beginning to stand finely!' I repeated my endeavors until slight blood streaks began to show upon the healthy taut skin of his muscular posterior. At last having attained the stiffness required, he took his prick in hand and shoved it well into the lady's burning cunt, whose lips had long been gaping open. He thrust like a madman, varying his motion little except to raise himself up from time to time so as to increase the force of his next downward thrust. I continued to stroke his buttocks with the switch, which only served to heighten the effect of his pleasure as he scoured her innermost sanctum with his ravaging prick. At last he seemed to lose all control and I knew he was injecting that warm envelope with the flood of his passion.

After the termination of their encounter, the Mother Superior expressed herself as greatly obliged to me, and granted me indulgence to remain in bed until breakfast time next morning. This privilege was much valued by us novices, and I thanked her and retired, leaving them to their repose; which I don't doubt Father Abelard very much needed.”

I was exceedingly amused by this story, particularly as I was totally ignorant of such things as birchings and whippings. But my curiosity was aroused, and I begged my instructress to give me an account of the violence to which she had been subjected during her novitiate. To this she at first objected; saying that she hoped I would embrace her a little more before morning came to separate us and that if I went to sleep, I might awake refreshed and strong. But I suggested that her giving me an account of what happened to her on the occasion referred to would certainly excite my lustful feelings to an immense extent and she would benefit greatly from it.

With this charming prospect in view, she consented and proceeded with her story.

“I was just sixteen when I commenced my novitiate. I was remarkably tall and well made for my age. Indeed, I have seen many girls of eighteen who could not show such breasts, bottoms, or legs as I could at sixteen. And I have no doubt too that I was prematurely gifted with womanly passions, for I was frequently troubled with pleasant, yet unsatisfied dreams. In fact, I would often wake to find my private parts and my chemise wet, and yet myself not even half gratified. When alone, I used to meditate upon the various young monks who used to visit the convent, wondering which of them I liked best, and why.

“Now our Lady Beatrice noticed all this, for she was a woman not only experienced in herself, but very quick to notice any peculiarities in the young ladies under her charge. I suppose some sort of an arrangement to alleviate these needs is often entered into between an abbess and her favorite confessors. As for me, since I have held that responsible position, I can safely say that I have never yet 'sold' one of the young ladies under my care. At the most, I may have given a hint to a favorite male friend that such a novice or nun exhibited signs of great heat, and that I should have to administer a dildo. Of course, if the priest thought that he could gain the girl's affections and try the effect of his own fleshy dildo, good and well. But I never yet resorted to the violence to which I was subjected when a girl.

“It happened this way: I was working at some embroidery one morning in the novices' parlor when a message came to say that I was wanted in the Mother Superior's private apartments. To hear was to obey, and I presented myself immediately with a low curtsey, not only to the Abbess, but to two young monks who were in her apartments. One I knew well as Father Abelard, Lady Beatrice's favorite confessor, the other, a much younger man, I knew only slightly by sight. I know him much better now; he was no other than Eustace, who is at this moment either reveling or sleeping in my sister's arms in the adjoining room. The Mother Superior received me graciously, but my appearance seemed to revive some dispute between the two monks.

“'It is my right and I will maintain it,' said Abelard.

“'You will have many opportunities,' retorted Eustace, 'and her ladyship here promised me the first. Besides I have given an offering to the shrine of St. Emengarde.'

“'Much you care about the shrine,' said the other jeeringly. 'The shrine you care about is that situated between a pretty novice's plump thighs!'

“'Reverend Fathers both,' interposed the Abbess, 'I beg to remind you that this altercation is most unseemly and will produce a bad impression on the mind of my fair young novice here.' With this, she nodded to them, looking towards me with a strongly marked impression as if recommending prudence.

“'Cannot you draw lots?' said she. 'I have a better idea still.' She said something to them in a low tone that seemed to amuse them and ended their dispute.

“'I agree,' said Abelard.

“'And I also,' said Eustace. 'Indeed, I may rather prefer the rear just by way of a change.'

“'Very well,' said the Abbess, 'So that you are agreed. I suppose she had better be stripped?'

“'Oh, certainly, stark naked, all but her stockings and slippers,' they both exclaimed, 'and she had better be slightly whipped just to tickle and excite her, not to hurt her much. And as you are sure she is a virgin, holy sister, you had better supply us with some cold cream or ointment to ease our passage, or we shall be shooting our sperm before we are half in her orifices.' And they both laughed as if there was some excellent joke. Now half of this was Greek to me, but I dimly understood that there was something about stripping and whipping, to be followed probably by other proceedings, in which it seemed both the reverend gentlemen proposed to participate.

“So although I was far from being a prude, it was with some reluctance that I obeyed my Mother Superior's orders to strip myself naked for inspection. But I had little choice in the matter, so I proceeded to unveil my charms. In a minute or two, I stood exposed to the admiring but lustful gaze of the two spiritual directors.

“They immediately commenced their investigations. 'A very fine girl indeed.' 'Only sixteen you say, Lady Beatrice?' 'Hm! Looks rather older.' 'And a virgin, eh? Let us see.' These disjointed sentences fell from the lips of both the monks as they felt me and pulled me about, apparently in great delight.

“At last by way of inspecting my virginity, they both knelt down, one in front and the other behind me. Abelard opened the taut lips of my cunt, and inspecting it and inserting his finger, remarked, 'I believe you are right, Sister Beatrice, and that she is still in possession of her maidenhead.'

“'She exhibits no signs of straining here,' responded Eustace from the other side, pulling open the cheeks of my rump and inserting his finger into that puckered orifice, 'and what's more, I shall certainly require lots of cold cream or something of that sort, if I am to effect an entrance into that delicate little spot.'

“I felt a little frightened at these proceedings, despite my curiosity, and another feeling began to take some hold upon my imagination as the gentlemen moved around me and knelt down. For I could get glimpses of what I had never seen before, namely a man's cock fully erect. The sight of those glorious, ruby-headed pricks certainly excited a little fear, but more admiration. In short, I was rapidly becoming exited, and would have consented willingly to anything in moderation. But, of course, moderation was unknown to my intending violators, and as for my own consent, they neither asked for it or required it.

“They asked the Abbess if she thought it would be necessary to tie me down, to which she answered, 'Oh no! I don't think she will make any resistance, will you, Agatha? It is only an ordeal that all novices have to go through – all the desirable ones at any rate. It won't hurt you very much, if at all.'

“'Certainly not,” chimed in the lustful monks. “We whip the pretty girls very lightly and fuck them very hard. The ugly ones we whip very hard and fuck very little; only just enough to keep them in health.'

“And they both chuckled over the ludicrous idea. As they were speaking, the Abbess had me kneel down on a divan somewhat similar to that on which you saw Emilie undergo her punishment. My placing myself in this position called forth from the monks renewed compliments on my beauty in general and the voluptuous swell of my buttocks in particular. But it was quite evident that the holy fathers could not contain themselves much longer. Abelard, seizing the birch rod, began to apply it, so gently at first that it did little more than tickle me, so that I rather liked it. But he got so excited by lust and by my exclamations that he began to lay the weapon on much harder until I began to cry out. He switched me thoroughly, over my belly and back. Indeed, that was the very worst part of it, for the hissing undercuts he made caught the edges of my pussy lips and seemed to lay them raw. This only seemed to excite the monk to a greater degree, and he laid to with gusto, delighted in the way the scarlet streaks crisscrossed my tender flesh and reached to the borders of my private parts. At last, Lady Beatrice interposed, saying that I was a very good girl, and did not require such treatment and that she was sure I was quite ready to receive all they were able to give me.

“'Indeed you must stop the rod, brother Abelard,' interposed Father Eustace, who right before my eyes had been rubbing the scarlet knob of his cock until it shone. 'I won't have that lovely rump sacrificed any more. Recollect that I am going in there. A little tickling and smarting and a few red stripes I don't mind, but I shan't have the little darling's lovely posterior made bloody. So grease your cock a little, and let us get our beauty between us. It's been a long time since we shared a fine girl.'

“'Not since you two nearly knocked my two holes into one, greedy wretches that you were!' laughed the Abbess. 'Agatha, stand here,” she continued, 'with your back towards the edge of the bed. Now, Eustace, you stand half supported by the bed. You had better grease her bottomhole as well as your own huge piston! You, Abelard, get in front of her. Agatha, open your thighs! The wider you stretch them the less pain you will feel. You will very likely be lifted off your legs, but these lascivious gentlemen will manage to hold you up between them, I dare say.'

“Imagine my position!” said my aunt. “Whipped, naked, with both orifices greased and gaping to receive a pair of throbbing cocks, reclining slightly backwards on Father Eustace who was resting against the bed with the tip of his cock already knocking for admittance at my back entrance. Meanwhile, Abelard was in front, pulling open the lips of my lightly-downed cunt.

“At last the time had come, and both began to push in together, but not far. Eustace found his channel of operations unexpectedly tight, and Father Abelard was having difficulty proceeding past the barrier of my maidenhead.

“At this picture, the Abbess, who seemed half beside herself with lascivious delight, was of great service to them. She told Eustace that he need not be afraid of hurting me, for she had the very best of reasons for knowing that my anal orifice could contain anything of the gauge of his thick shaft without injury. Then she asked Abelard sarcastically if he had never taken a maidenhead before and what he meant by fumbling there with only three inches of cock stuck into me!

“'Charge into her like men,' she demanded, 'until your four balls bang together under her rump!' Thus incited, they became desperate. Father Abelard lifted up my legs upon his arms while Eustace supported me with his hands under my buttocks. Then they both reared back at the hips and plunged forward, burying their cocks in me. I screamed at this ultimate violation. I felt as if my belly and the entire lower half of my body were filled with two red-hot iron pokers. They fucked me heartily, reaming me entirely from back and front. The force of the shoves, especially from the rear, left me breathless – I could feel that huge cock buried deeply in my anal canal worming back and forth insistently. The one in front found smoother passage, but the outrageousness of the shoves from the head to the balls near drove me into unconsciousness. The two of them erupted together in a raging flood, so that my bottomhole and cunt absolutely overflowed with foaming cream, in the latter case considerably streaked with blood from my broken virginity. Now all this no doubt sounds very shocking to your ears, dear Auguste, but I did not altogether dislike it. No girl despises praise and flattery, and I certainly had enough of that. In addition, when the monks had recovered themselves a little, they kissed me rapturously and promised me every indulgence that I liked. Father Abelard even said that if I would take the vows, he would use all his influence for my advancement. As he shortly afterwards become a Cardinal, I have no doubt but that he was as good as his word, and that I owe my present position, which is most unusual at my young years, almost entirely to his interest and patronage.

“So you see, my darling boy, that some good may even come by a young lady suffering herself to be treated with what at first seems nothing but sheer lustful brutality.” She took my hand in hers.

“What do you think of my story, Auguste?”

“I think,” said I, “that I should have liked to have been there to see. But as it is, I'm dreadfully excited, and I should like, if you have no objection…”

“What! You dear greedy boy!” she exclaimed.

“Well,” I stammered out, hesitating, “what Father Eustace

… did you like it? I think I should. I never have done it yet, you know. May I try?”

“Oh, my bottomhole, you mean!” replied my aunt with great calmness. “Oh certainly. I dare say you'll enjoy it very much. I'll turn my rump towards you and stick it well out as I lie on my side. You can put your manly rod in as leisurely and lazily as you like.” So saying, she placed herself in the posture she described. I put the head of my cock to the starfish shaped aperture, amazed that my huge organ could find entrance in so small an opening. But I proceeded nonetheless, forcing it into her while she gasped and pushed back against me. This continued until the shaft was half-buried. The tightness was exquisite and I reveled in the near painful sensation. Then I leaned forward and drove deeper with my weight until the length of the shaft found harbor. I began to work it in and out, drawing it out to the head and pushing it slowly in until it again fully disappeared. I increased the pace until it seemed I was fucking in near normal fashion and came within one or two additional strokes, copiously wetting the rearward portion of my companion. This being concluded to our mutual satisfaction, my beautiful bedfellow and I fell asleep in each other's arms.

Early in the morning we were awakened by an elderly lay sister bringing in chocolate and biscuits. Not being in on the secret, she regarded me with some curiosity, and supposed that I was an innocent girl who had been unnaturally treated. She made some anxious inquiries after my health and offered her services to help me to dress. I thanked her, after which my aunt said that we weren't going to rise for an hour, that she would help her niece to dress, and we should require no assistance.

“The abominable prying old woman!” exclaimed Agatha. “But she has brought us this good chocolate, which, laced with a spoonful of brandy, will be an excellent restorative.”

As we drank it, my aunt revealed to me a plot she proposed with my assistance to carry into execution against one of the nuns. This Sister Agnes was not only very devout herself, but unnecessarily rigid in her notion of propriety, correcting the slightest appearance of levity among the novices and the younger sisters, and threatening to inform the visiting monks of the slightest appearance of indecorum. Indeed, my aunt had discovered that she had really done so. Father Eustace told her of the matter as a good joke. But she was annoyed at having her province as Lady Abbess trespassed upon and had determined to get the girl, for she was little more, being barely twenty, into a snare of some sort. That way, the squealer could no longer pride herself upon her propriety of conduct, and my aunt would be no longer troubled with her prudery and spying.

Agatha assured me that there was nothing disagreeable in the part she wanted me to play in the little scheme. The aforesaid Agnes was really a very fine, tall, dark-haired, slender girl, and if any ravishing or any less violent form of fucking had to be done, she was sure I would find it a very delightful occupation.

Her plan was this, to write a confidential note to Sister Agnes, complimenting her on her zeal for the purity of the convent, and the watchful eye she kept upon the younger sisters. Then she would mention the presence of her niece (meaning me), being fresh from the gaieties of Paris life, and expressing her dread lest I should be infecting or even corrupting the novices with descriptions of what I had heard or seen in the wicked world outside the convent walls.

She would therefore beg dear Sister Agnes to keep a sharp eye upon me. If she fancied that I had been too long in the company of any of the young ladies, she was to enter the room suddenly, as if by accident, and on the slightest appearance of improper familiarity, bring me instantly to her (the Mother Superior's) private apartment to be reprimanded. This note was written and sent with an appearance of secrecy to Agnes.

My instructions were to be as familiar as I pleased with Emilie, Adele, or Louise. “Only,” said my dear aunt, “do reserve a little of your strength, in case I should require you to humble Agnes' pride.”

“How shall I know Agnes when I see her?” I asked.

“By her demure and sanctified look,” was the answer. “Besides, she never indulges in the slightest irregularity in her dress. She is in black, and the only luxury she indulges in is the finest black silk stockings. Perhaps, dear Auguste, before the day closes, you will know more about those stockings than you do now. Mind you follow her with apparent reluctance, when she brings you to me. Between fucking Emilie, Louise and Adele, you will surely manage to give her cause for doing so. So for the present, dearest Auguste, adieu!”

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