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The Convent ((Typhonis+CindyHarrison ))

Typhonis

Typhonis

Super-Earth
Joined
Apr 2, 2017
The ancient convent stood proudly amongst the trees on the mountainside. Easily seen from the highway the building looked old but well cared for. Cream colored walls topped with a red ceramic tile roof. The inner buildings sported the same coloration making it look like something from Spain or Italy. Inside a few figures could be seen working , tending the garden and such. Several of them stopped when they saw the car pull up to the gate.

One of them approaches said car. "She has a friendly face, heart shaped with blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Her nuns habit is black with a white hood and black hat. Reminiscent of some of the French orders . Her full lips pulled back in a smile she approaches the car s the engine dies. She looks at the driver." Hello, Can I help you? Welcome to Our Lady of Mercy convent. It seems like you may have some car trouble?"
 
26 year old Robin Harrington was on the lam. Well, maybe not literally, but she might as well have been.....after getting married when she was just turning 20, she discovered married life was far from the idyllic picture her mother had made it out to be.
Her husband seemed to care less and less for her wants and needs, the proverbial camel's straw being that one afternoon when she got home early only to find her husband in bed with another woman.

Living in an apartment with little materialistic items bought together, the soon to follow divorce was quick and relatively painless.
In less time than it took to tell about it, the raven haired beauty decided it was time to start life again. She packed up what few personal belongings she had, climbed in her car and headed off.

The car had many more miles on it than she did and eventually began to sputter and cough, finally taking it's last mechanical breaths conviently near the gates of what looked like some kind of nunnery or convent.
A friendly young woman approached her, dressed in what she assumed was some kind of nun's outfit.

"thank you," Robin replied. "I guess my old car needs 'last rites'," she continued nervously....
 
The woman giggles at that and opens the wrought iron gate to let Robin in. When she sees the puzzled look on the young lady's face she points behind her. There, in the distance, she could see them. Clouds. Dark angry clouds. Clouds that boiled their fury as they climbed up the valley towards the convent. She giggles once again. Just grab a suitcase if you have one. The convent will gladly put you up for the night after you see mother superior."

She wave robin through after she grabs her things. The other nuns finish what they are doing and head for the buildings as well. Inside the same cream color dominates the buildings. Though in places Ivy can be seen climbing up to add a touch of color to the scene. The nun leads her to the main building and in through the door. A few seconds after they enter the thick walled structure the pitter patter of rain could be heard. The door closes with a solid thunk. Her guide waved her forward down a well lit hallway.
 
To Robin, this all looked like a scene from the musical, 'The Sound of Music'....she almost half expected to see Julie Andrews appear. Despite that, it was kinda comforting to see the other nuns appear.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," she said...."I just hope you don't think I'll be one of you....to start with, I'm a Lutheran..."
It was a nice and quiet respite from the world around her however....but tranquility could be confusing.....
 
CindyHarrison said:
To Robin, this all looked like a scene from the musical, 'The Sound of Music'....she almost half expected to see Julie Andrews appear. Despite that, it was kinda comforting to see the other nuns appear.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," she said...."I just hope you don't think I'll be one of you....to start with, I'm a Lutheran..."
It was a nice and quiet respite from the world around her however....but tranquility could be confusing.....
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A flash of light and crack of thunder from outside. The storm had reached them and they were under cover. The sister smiles at robin. "Protestant, catholic, we serve the same God and he blesses us for we are his children. It was no trouble, dear for I am my brothers , or in this case, sisters keeper."

The hallway is relatively unadorned. Mostly paintings from scenes in the bible. A small picture, cross-stitching of a bible verse. Rather modest but fitting for a place like this. The nun leads her through , what seems like, a maze of corridors before reaching a non descript door. She knocks on the heavy wood three times before a muffled cry of enter answers her.

Inside the office looks a tad bit Spartan. Two doorways lead out of it. The desk looks sturdy and heavy. Papers line it. On a nearby table rests an old fashioned telephone. A bookcase and several photographs fill out the office. The mother superior is dressed like the other sisters. She looks to be in her early thirties. She has red hair as evidenced by her eyebrows. She smiles at robin and motions to a seat. "Welcome to our home, child. How may we help you?"
 
As the storm rages outside, Robin is grateful to have reached this sanctuary....she never was a religious person...'just enough in me to make me feel there's a heaven and hell,' as her mother once said and Robin agreed.
She wasn't encouraged or made feel like she had to do what the nuns did, like sheep following each other to a cliff, but when she was taken to meet their mother superior, she was pleasantly suprised.
The woman looked barely 33! and she was the one in charge?

"I'm sorry to have bothered you," Robin said....."my car broke down just outside your gate....if you allow, I'll call up the nearest garage in the morning and have my car towed....all I ask is if you would be so kind as to allow me to stay overnight...the storm should pass by then..."
 
"You are no bother, dear. simply a traveler whom has gotten lost and brought to us for safety. So rest for now you are safe here. I'll call the garage , myself since it seems you have had a burden placed on you."

She takes Robin's hand and pats it gently. A warm smile on her face. she turns to the nun that brought her to the office. "Please escort our guest to a room, sister Beatrice. Then let Sisters Alana and Bridgette know we will be having a visitor for the next day or so."

She looks back at robin. "Follow Sister Beatrice, please. She will take you to a guest room. You look tired and it seems like you have had a long day. So rest, take a shower, and ready yourself for tomorrow. Things will be better then."

With that she pats Robin's cheek. A simple gesture. One meant to convey support and love. A sign that things were not bad at all.
 
"Thank you very much" Robin replied as the woman referred to as sister Beatrice entered the room and escorted her away.
As Robin walked with her the nun said nothing but smiled....yes, it all looked quite innocent and tranquil and almost immediately put the raven haired beauty at ease. They finally arrived at the guest room. It was sparse like all the nun's rooms...a bed, a little dresser, a chair and that was about it, but to Robin after living with a very unappreciative man, this looked downright....uh, heavenly.

"Thank you sister," she said, closing the door behind her.
Robin was anxious to get out of her jeans and sweater....even though she had no one to dress sexy for, she still had a fondness for sexy lingerie. Beneath the jeans and sweater was a black lace plunge bra, matching lace panties, a garter belt and thigh highs.
She pulled back the covers and slipped inside the cool crisp sheets and within minutes was sound asleep.....
 
They wait, letting her sleep .Then the door opens quietly. Three nuns enter silently. One readies a needle as number two peels the covers away. They smirk at her choice in underwear. A cotton swab and the needle, painlessly , enters her arm. The clear liquid is then injected directly into a vein. They wait a minute to allow the sleeping drug to do it's duty. Nun number three brings forward a silk package and opens it up.

Robin is gently lifted up and the sisters start to strip her naked. Her panties and thigh highs are removed first. The garter belt is next, finally her bra. Allowing both breasts to hang free. One nun touches the pouty lips of her pussy, stroking the trimmed bush she has on her mound of Venus. The other two go to work and soon they are finished. Robins new attire is a silk lined straitjacket. Her arms wrap under and push up her bare exposed breasts. Lower medical cuffs have been attached to her ankles. Her legs are then spread and secured.

One of the nuns touches her pussy. she shakes itching powder into her palm and rubs it into Robin's pussy. All three then leave the young woman till the morning. The drug would make sure she slept that long and it would also disorient her when she awoke.
 
Robin, exhausted from the past couple hours experience fell asleep in almost record time. She knew nothing, felt nothing as the sleeping potion was adminstered.

The next morning her world was on fire.
Yawning, she stretched, instantly realizing something was terribly wrong...she couldn't move her arms and looking down she discovered sometime during the night she was stripped.
'WHAT THE HELL....????'

But things were worse, far worse. Her eyes popped wide open wen she struggled and realized her legs were restrained wide apart, her pussy with her little manicured bush now exposed and accessible.

"WHAT THE FUCK???," she yelled, pulling but the fabric she had on across her midriff kept her arms restrained as well. Her tits were also exposed, jiggling as she fought....

"LET ME GO!," she screamed as she struggled...."SOMEBODY, GET ME OUTA HERE!!!"
She felt a burning sensation in her pussy, as if it was on fire....it hurt like crazy....she wanted to touch herself...she HAD to, but she couldn't.....
Robin screamed and yelled as she struggled.....
 
CindyHarrison said:
Robin, exhausted from the past couple hours experience fell asleep in almost record time. She knew nothing, felt nothing as the sleeping potion was adminstered.

The next morning her world was on fire.
Yawning, she stretched, instantly realizing something was terribly wrong...she couldn't move her arms and looking down she discovered sometime during the night she was stripped.
'WHAT THE HELL....????'

But things were worse, far worse. Her eyes popped wide open wen she struggled and realized her legs were restrained wide apart, her pussy with her little manicured bush now exposed and accessible.

"WHAT THE FUCK???," she yelled, pulling but the fabric she had on across her midriff kept her arms restrained as well. Her tits were also exposed, jiggling as she fought....

"LET ME GO!," she screamed as she struggled...."SOMEBODY, GET ME OUTA HERE!!!"
She felt a burning sensation in her pussy, as if it was on fire....it hurt like crazy....she wanted to touch herself...she HAD to, but she couldn't.....
Robin screamed and yelled as she struggled.....
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The door opens to admit two of the nuns. Yes the nuns from before but...something was different. They looked the same and had the same friendly smile.Both wore the hats and..it was the habit. Where before the habit was modest this one allowed their bare breasts to hang free, proudly on display. The only claim to modesty being a pair of ornate silver nipple shields adorning them.

The two women push a cart over to Robin and smile down at her. The cloth covering it is removed revealing a steaming bowl of water and shaving supplies. One picks a cloth up and dips it into the water. she then starts to gently wash Robin's exposed sex with lilac scented water.
 
Robin continued to struggle uselessly as the girls entered the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?," she yelled, trying to get her arms free. In the meantime, her cunt was burning...
"DID YOU PUT SOMETHING IN MY CUNT?," she asked, squirming, but her questions remained unanswered. She couldn't help but stare at the nuns, if that was what they were and now she wasn't sure of anything.....she never heard of habits that allowed bare tits to be exposed...and they were really built...

"DON'T GO NEAR ME!," she screamed as one of the women approached her exposed pussy, but instead of further torture, the woman began to wash between her thighs with scented warm water. She still struggled but had to admit...the burning stopped and it felt good....

"Please," she begged...."will somebody tell me what's going on here?....if you let me go I promise not to tell anyone..."
 
The other nun walks to the head of the bed and gently strokes Robin's long hair. she smiles down at the bound young woman. "It's OK. There, there, relax. Everything will be alright. We're merely going to shave your pussy. all of that hair is unsightly and unhygienic. Sister Mary is very good at it. She helps keep me properly trimmed."

She gives robin a side hug. Pressing her cheek into one firm breast. Lower, Sister Mary has finished washing and has started to rub a shaving gel into Robin's pubic hair. She makes sure to thoroughly cover her mound and down the sides. She then washes her hands and lifts up a safety razor. Leaning down she starts to use short, deft strokes to remove what hair Robin had left. She tugs on her flesh and does everything to insure she doesn't cut the young captive. Soon she is finished and wiping the suds away revealing her bare mound.

The other nun smiles at her. "There you go, smooth and clean. Perfect for the chastity belt."
 
Robin continued to struggle despite the reassurance that all the one nun was going to do was shave her pubes.
The idea that a stranger was shaving her---down THERE, of all places---was not acceptable to her.
She was smart enough to cease her struggling as soon as she felt a razor on her tender bikini area...

"why are you doing this?," she asked...."why do you want me bald?"
Her questions remained un answered.

"a....WHAT?...A CHASTITY BELT?....WHAT THE HELL???"
hearing their plans she struggled with new vigor and purpose....no way in hell was she gonna be locked up in one of those metal body prisons.....
 
"Yes a chastity belt. Your raging pussy must be properly controlled, sister. Worry not Sister Mary and I have things well in hand, as it were." Again the soft stroking, reassuring manner. Like a nurse trying to calm a patient. Only for the nun to reach down and gently grip one of Robin's nipples. she holds the hard nubbin and starts to tug and rub it . working the sensitive flesh until it is hard.

Lower down Sister Mary is at work. First an ointment to heal any tiny cuts and prevent shaving burn. Then she exposes robin's clitoris. A clear cream is tenderly applied to her hard nub, then a different one to her clitoral hood. She smirks as both creams start to work. The one on her clit cooling then pleasantly heating up as the other seems to keep cooling the hood. Sister Mary speaks up. "The first cream is going to make your clit grow a bit, while keeping it's sensitivity. The other will, over time, make your hood shrink and retract until it no longer protects your clit."

She then lifts up the Chasity belt. Mary looks down again and runs a finger through Robin's labia. She rubs the discharge between her fingers. "Oh my this is turning you on."
 
Robin moans as her nipples are played with.
"Let go of me!," she cries out, thrashing around to somehow keep hands off her tits but of course it's impossible. To her suprise, her dark tan nipples begin to harden....
What she doesn't realize is that she's being kept off guard, made to concentrate on what's being done to her tits while another sister is busy between her legs, manipulating her pussy.

"HEY!," she calls out...."DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!"
but the woman ignores her and continues her work, doing well enough that the raven haired captive becomes wet...

"but....but I don't want," she stammers, embarrassed and ashamed that her body is reacting the way it is...."please don't....."
Then she saw the gleaming metal chastity belt and began to thrash, yanking furiouisly at her restraints.

"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed, her eyes wide at the sight....
 
They smile down at the struggling woman. She can see it clearly now. It resembles other chastity belts but there are differences. One is a strange tube that looks like it will be inside her pussy when the device is secured. The second is a nob, directly over where her clit is. The belt is maneuvered into position and then slid home. Cold unyielding but lubricated metal parts her folds like butter. It slides deep within her body pressing the walls of her pussy open. Much like a speculum does.

A bit higher the nub slides over her clit, trapping her button inside a crystal cavity. The nuns work quickly and secure the belt behind her, locking it into place. Sister Mary steps back as the other nun starts to caress Robin's breasts again. Sister Mary speaks up. "There we go snug as a bug in a rug. And the chamber means we can reach your clit without removing the belt."

Reaching down she gently touches the belt. "The implanter also keeps you wide open. The easier to pump you full ."
 
All the titty fondling was now no longer the focus of Robin's attention....she stares wide eyed down between her outstrectched thighs in fear. She watches helplessly as the other woman brings the chastity belt over, shaking her head...

"no.....oh God, NO!," she yells, yanking at the ankle restraints. She had to get free before the horrible device was locked around her waist....

"NOT THAT!....NO....!!!"
It took both women to secure the belt on the struggling, frantic girl, but the restraints kept her from closing her legs. She screamed, staring at the strange long tube connected to the crotch portion of the belt.
The tube device was inserted while another part of the belt trapped her clit.....Robin felt the locks click in place.

She started sobbing in frustration....the chastity belt was locked and now quite impossible to remove...
 
The one nun moves back to comfort Robin. Once more her hand moves down to massage one of her firm tits. Sister Mary smiles at her. She reaches forward and slides a finger into the tube. It meets no resistance as she pulls it out. "Excellent, your juices are flowing freely now. collection will be easy."

She twists the crystal freeing Robin's clit. She then places it back."Every thirty minutes the ointments will be applied. Until your clitty is five times it's current size. This will take a little bit but...we have time. There are also the lessons..."

She leans over robin, her breasts hanging inches from her face. "Lessons that will have you wanting to suck our titties. Suck the milk from them."
 
As much as it felt nice to have her tits fondled, Robin was still struggling, trying uselessly to squirm out of the chastity belt. Of course it was pointless....the band across her waist was tight, padding along the edges so it wouldn't cut into her skin. The bottom belt was a different story....running from the front of her waist, down covering her cunt with some sort of lockable screen, down between her legs and up the back.....

Robin never felt so much like a prisoner as she did now.
The front of the belt covering her pussy had some kind of latch. A nun unlocked the screen and pulled out the long tube. To Robin's suprise, a slight sheen was covering it....

"Please," she begged...."please let me go....I don't know why your'e doing this to me....your'e hurting my clit..."
The captive shook her head...."I don't want to upset you," she said, "but....I'm not a lesbian, not even Bisexual..."

Little did she know that facts such as those mattered very little....
 
"Oh we aren't hurting your clit...not unless you are truly naughty. then we will use the clit grinder on you. " Sister Mary says. She leans forward and taps the chastity belt. We set it on you and turn it on. An hour later, with no pain, your clit is gone. But you won't care at all since you would be busy cumming your pretty little brains out."

The other nun nods. "I saw it happen, once before. Poor dear orgasmed almost the entire hour....later she just lost her spark but the rules are the rules. " She hugs robin tight. "But you are a good girl. We will take care of you. Bathing you, washing you. Training you. Then you will face your destiny...though that is only a month away."

Sister Mary hands her an ear clip headphone. The nun gently places them on Robin's head. "Now dearie, listen too the crashing waves." She maneuvers Robin so she is laying back against the nun. Her head set between the woman's bare breasts. Like a mother and child. As soon as she is set sound comes through the earphones. The sound of waves crashing on a beach. somethin else comes through...a subliminal message. One that, over time, make her focus on another woman's breasts and if given the opportunity to suckle them. However that was weeks away. For now the sounds simply filled her ears
 
'....not unless your'e naughty,' the woman said....she is a captive, bound fondled and being manipulated! who's the naughty one here?

Robin, in a panic stared down at the gleaming metal prison her body is now encased in. Is there something inside it that will change her body...to take her clit away? why would they want to do such a thing?

"so.....I'm your prisoner, is that it?," she asked. No, she HAS to escape, must get out of this nightmare....she yanks hard again at the restraints. She MUST escape, she needs to tell the police, tell somebody, anybody about this place....is there more prisoners here?

"TRAINING ME?!," she called out....."training me for what?...LET ME GO!!!!"

The headphones were doing their best to help make the girl's captivity a little more tolerable but Robin still had a mind of her own. She continued to struggle but a little bit feebly now...she hears the sounds of a beach, of waves hitting the sand just like the woman said, but she keeps hearing other sounds as well.....it's like a whisper that won't stop, just barely within range of her ears.....
 
The nuns leave after an hour of holding her. Her clitoris is treated twice more by Sister Mary. The ointments slowly working to shrink her hood and grow her clit. The other nun, Elizabeth did things to calm Robin. Holding her and stroking her hair. Then she was gone. Soon Robin was alone, on the bed, with her thoughts. the sounds of the ocean still in her ears as the sun climbs higher.

Then the door opens to admit Elizabeth and Mary, again. Only they are pushing forward a wheel chair. Thy get it beside the bed and move towards Robin. The earphones are disconnected then her feet are freed. Mary smirks at her. "Bathroom time."
 
Something was wrong with her body, something....down below. She couldn't see her vagina but Robin sensed and felt something was wrong. She could feel something, sensing something was changing somehow.
The captive felt like a part of her pussy was growing, shrinking and changing.

But WHY? what were these women doing here, masquerading under this monastery facade?
The only clues she had was bits and pieces....she remembered hearing something about 'training' and clues that they had no intention of releasing her....one of the women mentioned 'months away' for something.
MONTHS? how long did they intend to keep her prisoner?

She saw the wheelchair come in and realized this was her chance to escape. She waited until her limbs were freed and just as the women were assisting her into the wheelchair, she bolted, running for her life.

'HELP ME!," she screamed, pushing the women aside and running down the hallway, grabbing one locked door after another.
"SOMEONE HELP ME," she yelled....."THEY'R TRYING TO DO SHIT TO ME!...I'M BEING HELD PRISONER!!"
 
Four nuns turn the corner looking at her. They too wore habits with their breasts bare and they block off the exit. The four move as a unit towards Robin. They grab her and wrestle her against the wall. Using the weight of their bodies to hold her in place . All of them are smiling at her, as she struggles. "Now now, you'll hurt yourself and the nearest road is a mile away. "

Sister Beatrice steps forward and rubs Robin's butt with an alcohol swab. She then drives a needle home and delivers it's payload into her body. She pulls it out and all five of them back away. Allowing the muscle relaxant to do it's job. Sister Mary rolls the wheelchair forward. "Looks like we need to go with the leather jacket. Looks like an arm strap came loose."

The team of nuns reach for robin and move her to the chair. They strap her down and start to wheel her off. They approach one of the doors and one sister unlocks it. Inside is a bathroom with a stainless steel examination chair. They move her over too it. "Bath time."
 
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