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The Convent ((Typhonis+CindyHarrison ))

Robin, still in a panic continued to test each door, wiggling the knobs in hopes of finding one that would open to reveal a place to hide until she could find the exit.
Finally a group of nuns with exposed tits blocked the only way out.

'LET ME GO, YOU FREAKS!," she screamed as they grabbed her, shoving her face up against a wall. She continued to try and fight them off until she felt something sting her on the ass.
"LET ME....."
That's all that came out as she passed out. When she came to, she was strapped naked to some kind of metal chair, too groggy to put up any kind of resistance....
 
Her hands are restrained inside of mittens. Straps locking around her wrist so she can't pull them off. The mittens themselves were large, and had no thumbs. Thick and padded they prevented her from using her hands. As she looked around warm water cascaded over her nude form. From her head to her toes, pleasantly warm water was sprayed as a nun wearing only her habit, used a hose on her. A soft gentle spray to wet her down...then the other nuns moved in.

The three of them begin to wash her. One working on her head as the other two scrub her body with brushes. They giggle at her as they work scrubbing her everywhere as they speak. "We had to pump something into your belly to feed you and washing your mouth was a chore. But next time we'll hit you with the same stuff they use in a mental hospital."

The second nun nods as she runs her brush along Robin's right leg. She works it from ankle up to mid thigh. "Oh yes. Next time you will probably be a bit more compliant. Then again we will be washing your pussy every six hours once training starts. It will be a dirty little thing and will need to be cleaned regularly." Fingers trail over bare flesh, teasingly. "Your tits as well, must make sure you are clean."
 
"Please," Robin pleaded....."why are you doing this?,"
she wriggled, testing her new restraints. Sooner or later these women would have to take off the straps when they got her off the chair, and when they did she would make good her escape.
The warm water did feel good, she had to admit, but hearing what they did to her while she was out made her wonder how long she was unconscious and what else they did to her.

"every......six hours?," she asked, feebly struggling. "training?....would one of you finally tell me why I'm being held captive here?"
 
"Why yes, training you for your role. The Mother. You will carry the holy one to term and issue in an age of peace and understanding. Of course during your pregnancy we will be taking care of you so all of your needs are met." Both legs are scrubbed , ankles to mid thigh. Then her feet. The brushes reach under her to get her back and arms. Then they shift and the real cleaning begins.

The liquid soap it poured on her belly and scrubbed in a circular motion. Large slow circles around her naval. More of the stuff is poured and a brush descends. Soon the sensitive flesh of one of her tits has the stiff bristles playing over it. The underside and across the hard nipple said bristles remove dead skin. They also tease her rubbery peaks. As soon as the one tit is done the other receives similar attention.

Between her legs the lilac scented soap is squirted directly onto her labia. The brush descends and starts to scrub. Up and down, up and down. Her sensitive lips and clitoris are scrubbed by the brush. The cleaning continues as the nun watches Robin's reaction, gauging it. Seeing how far along the bound woman is. For she wasn't just washing robin...she was teasing the young woman.
 
Robin's eyes flew open wide.
"the....WHAT?.....who's mother...what mother?...you can't be serious...."
All the people she'd seen here so far were female. Even in the movies----and she knew how inaccurate they were---there was always a few men in these convents but they were usually the 'fathers' in charge.

"PREGNANCY???," she yelled....."no....no....not me...."

As the women continued to bathe her, Robin ceased her struggling. Her pussy was now being concentrated on and her body began to respond. Despite telling herself that she wasn't interested, she could feel blood filling her pussy lips, engorging them...
 
The nuns look at each other, quickly. The brush stays on her most sensitive lips only now it is moving slower. Slower, more tender. Gently brushing her pussy as they watch her. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Slow, tender, gentle. They work the brush, teasing her. Sliding it up and down her labia but keeping it from the sensitive bundle of nerves located at the apex of her lips.

"Just relax and feel. You can feel can't you? Feel the brush. Feel the warm water on your skin. All of it helping you float and you like to float , don't you? Yes, yes you do. We might even be able to clean you better if you spread those long legs of yours. That's right widen them, make it easier to reach your poor dirty pussy. We do need to clean it , don't we."

The words like the brushing are soft and insistent. Not orders' per say' but suggestions. Suggestions that have the promise of added pleasure behind them. Pleasure to be had in the washing of her most delicate flower.
 
Robin continues to moan unceasingly, the gentle manipulation of her body causing her to pant like a puppy.
She knows she's being teased but is helpless to stop it.....against her own wishes, she finds herself bearing down, trying to buck up and down on the woman's hand that has the brush.

"NO!," she cries out, then after a while......
"yes.....oh, God, yes!!!......yeessssss....."
She complies and spreads herself wide open...she wants that brush rubbing tight against her cunt, her lips now engorged with blood.....
 
The brush is set aside and a smaller one brought up. An electric toothbrush. The nu puts some gel on the bristles before moving it down. Down to Robin's pussy. Down to her , now, puffy labia. She lets her watch as the buzzing head drops lower and lower. Lower still. It barely scrapes her clit before being brought back up. Then down again to rub her clit.

"Oh this is so very dirty, yes? It really needs to be cleaned. I think it will take a little while to do so. Please be patient with me due to the work I have to do." Then the brush moves back down. Small circles, many small circles made around robin's clit as it is gently washed. The nun directly stimulates her bundle of nerves as she 'washes' it. Rubbing the gel into her tortured flesh. A mirror is held up so robin can watch what is happening to her tiny pink bud.
 
Robin couldn't believe how sensitive she was and even stranger, how her body was reacting to being worked on by women.....
She could feel her puffed pussy lips throb as the toothbrush rubs her clit.

"WHA.....WHAT ARE YOU DOING?," she screams, thrashing. The feeling is incredible and she's too embarrassed to admit it's turning her on. "PL....PLEASE STOP....PL.....'UUUUUGH!!!"
She stared at the mirror.....they're doing something else to her body, some kind of buffing to her skin....
 
Tiny circles. Tiny circles around her clit to 'clean' it off. These nuns seem to delight in the cries and moans coming fro her as she wiggles, helplessly. They coo at her as the one nun spends ten minutes 'cleaning ' Robin's clitoris. She smiles at the poor tormented woman before pulling back. "There we go. that is one clean pearl."

A jar is opened and she scoops some gel out. Holding the stuff up so Robin can see it she reaches down. The coated fingers enter Robin's pussy. She starts to rub and massage the material into her vagina as she speaks. "A little something to tighten you up. To repair what has happened to your sex. This won't take long." The two fingers spend some time , rubbing the material into her most intimate location.
 
Even though it's arousing her, the idea that it's being done, that strangers are touching her against her will still makes her struggle....she pulls at her restraints...

"pl.....please let me go," she begs...."I don't want any of this....."
She stares at the substance in the woman's hand.

"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT?," she yells, desperately trying to close her bound thighs but of course it's impossible.
She feels fingers enter her pussy. Is what the woman's saying even possible?....could a woman's vagina be tightened just by a cream? if something like that was known to the outside word, they's make a fortune....

But fortunes weren't in Robin's mind as she thrashed about. Whatever these women were planning was diabolic and Robin wanted no part in it.....forcing her to become pregnant?
 
"Oh but soon you will beg for it. Yes you will beg for it and....there it is." The second purpose of the cream became evident. The woman was also examining Robin's pussy, searching for something hidden inside her depths. Her fingers slid over a small rough spot then returned. She smiled widely as she started to circle Robin's G spot. She looked at the bound young woman as she stroked and teased the hidden bundle of nerves.

"There we go. You like this, yes. Oh you most certainly do. And since you have been such a good girl...you get a reward." So saying she gives Robin, her reward. She keeps stroking that nerve bundle. constantly touching and rubbing it until the poor girl is forced it orgasm. Only then after she experiences it are the fingers removed. One of the nuns gently pats Robins face, gently and soothingly.
 
The bound captive squirms and moans loudly....she tries to bear down on the woman's invading fingers, trying somehow to tighten her vaginal muscles in an effort to prevent her from entering.
Of course it's impossible and the woman continues to slip inside her.

After a while Robin feels something....the woman is rubbing and massaging her 'G' spot. The still struggling girl knows from years of masturbation that once focused on that most tender and sensitive spot of her body, she'll cum....
The girl is panting by now, still struggling but feebly....as the woman rubs the spot, finally Robin can't take it anymore....as much as her mind is screaming 'NO', her body says differently.

"OH GOD!......I'M.....'UUUUUUUUGH!!!!"
Robin squirts for the first time in her life......
 
They smile at her and lift her out of the tub. Knowing full well she has been weakened by the orgasm ripping through her body. They quickly dry her off and put her inside a new straitjacket. This one is of a tougher material and they ensure her arms are secured before moving on. The panel in front is lined with silk and rubs her nipples every time she moves. They help her down the hallway back to her room.

They set her down on the bed, her upper body propped up so she can look around. A mirror is set at the foot of the bed and shows her, her body. Her pussy is now hairless and smooth. Her sex and clit on full display. Felt lined cuffs around her knees prevent her from closing them. The nuns smile down at her and one whispers to her. "That's it, look at your pussy. Look at how puffy it is. Don't you want someone to touch it, rub it?"

One of them opens up a panel and pulls it away. Her bare breasts now hang down on full display. A hand reaches up to twerk a nipple. "OH you have only started your journey."
 
Robin is embarrassed....it was the first time she had ever squirted and it HAD to be at the hands of a woman!
it put confusing thoughts in her feverish, troubled mind....was she a latent bisexual or a lesbian, something hidden away in her subconscious and never materialized until now?....if so, why hadn't she ever sensed it?
Sure, when she was in High School and later Junior College she had gym class and showered with all the other girls....she caught herself more than once looking at the tits of girls more developed than herself, but she never equated it with being attracted to women.

But here she was, ejaculation fluid streaming out of her.

She was again restrained but her pussy and tits exposed. A mirror was placed at the end of the bed...Robin gazed at her vagina, her pussy lips still puffed....all she could do was shake her head....
One of the woman played with her nipples and Robin let out a soft cry.....
 
Smiling nuns surround her. Their bare breasts proudly displayed To Robins eyes. Firm, perky with large nipples and areola. The nuns don't seem to notice if Robin looks at them. They shift her a little bit and one of them speaks. "How was your orgasm? You are allotted three a day while in our care. We believe it will help keep you calm and sated. Though do tell us if your clit starts to throb...it may mean something is wrong."

She reaches down to tap Robin's clit. Drawing her attention to it. "We'll be back in an hour. Meditate on your form if you wish. Look yourself over...look at your throbbing , wet , pussy."

An hour alone with her pussy on full display. They leave her at that point. Alone with her thoughts, alone with her body.
 
Robin was surrounded by the nuns, all of which had their bare tits exposed, all with dark tan arreolas and nice dark erect nipples. The captive girl had never seen so many exposed tits, seemingly all pointed at her......

"I'm.....I'm embarrassed," she replied. "I'm sorry....I never squirted before and never been brought to orgasm by a woman....how did you DO this????"
She stared down at herself in the mirror. Women rarely take the time to look at their vaginas but Robin couldn't help it....she saw that her clit looked.....different....

After the ladies left, she kept thinking about what they said earlier. What was it?....she was going to be some kind of sacrifical lamb, to be impregnated? did these women really think she was going to allow herself to become pregnant? and by who?....she had never seen a man here......
 
They had left her propped up so it is easy for her to see her engorged nub. A special gel had been applied. They plan to apply more coats causing it to remain erect and throbbing. Even when it wasn't being touched. The plan was to make her think about her pussy, to make her think of her own arousal. an arousal they would slowly increase.

An hour later a nun enters. She smiles at robin and then uses a small spray bottle to coat her sex in a liquid. Said liquid goes on cool, then starts to warm up pleasantly. She then reaches down to put a dab of gel onto Robin's clit. Soon her nub is throbbing as the nun leaves.
 
Robin ceased her struggling, hoping the women would notice it so they'd soon release her. Of course when they did, she vowed to make good her escape.
In the meantime, she laid there, staring at her pussy in the mirror.
what have they done to her clit?....why were they concentrating on this spot?
It had a slight burning sensation...not on fire but a constant high degree of warmth. It was throbbing, she could feel her blood pumping through the membrane.

After the nun leaves her manipulated clit feels even more excited.....Robin starts to struggle again. THere's some kind of connection between this and what they said about impregnation.....there HAS to be!
 
Three hours later. Six more sprays, from the bottle, six more applications of the gel. The spray seems to be some sort of massage liquid. Diluted liquid heat? Because every time her pussy is coated in it, it warms up. Not a harsh burning heat but a pleasant sensual warmth. A warmth mirrored in her clitoris. No relief, no relief from either spray. No relief for the ache in her sex. A need to have it filled or maybe licked?

The door opens to admit three nuns and a wheelchair. Obviously they were her to take her someplace.
 
Robin continues to stare at the mirror placed down and between her bound thighs....
WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HER CLIT????

there's a heat, a burning....it's not painful but more like an itch she can't scratch....it actually starts to feel good, but along with it is a strange sensation. Somehow she's starting to have a need to be touched down there, to be entered...

BUT NO!....she's still being held against her will! these lunatics hiding under nun's garb is trying some kind of body modification....she can't be a part of this!
Robin begins to tremble and shake.....she's got to escape somehow but an incredible urge is sweeping over her.....

The door opens and 3 nuns enter pushing a wheelchair. Robin hasn't seen these 3 before and starts pleading with them.
"please," she begs.....you got to let me go.....they've done something to me....."

Are they there to finally release her or take her someplace worse?
Robin has a plan....they will have to take her restraints off her legs to transfer her to the wheelchair. When they do, she'll make a run for it.
For some reason, she has a feeling that it's now or never.....this maybe her only chance to escape.....
 
One of them holds up a hypodermic needle. she squirts a little bit to get the air bubbles out and approaches, Robin. They roll her on her side and one slaps her bottom. The slap her bottom again, hard. While they do this the needle enters her thigh. The plunger is depressed and a dose of muscle relaxer is injected into her. The site is rubbed and then they get off of her. They wait for the medicine to do it's work.

Once the drug has knocked her for a loop . Her leg bindings are undone and she is placed in the wheelchair. They smile at her. "We're taking you too the bathroom. You need to be cleaned up. That pussy and your breasts need to be washed."
 
No sooner do they turn Robin on her side, she rises up and with what little strength she has left, tries to swing her legs free.....she's GOT to make a break for it.....the door is only a few feet away, she can make it if she brushes past the nurses, or whatever they are.
But apparently theyr'e ready for her. As soon as she rises, a needle is put into her side.
It's some kind of fact acting drug.

"PLEASE, YOU GOT TO LET ME GO!," she yells....."PL......'mmmmmmm...'"
her body slumps. She's still awake but she can't move....nothing responds....they put her into a wheelchair and take her away.....her last chance at escape has come and gone.....
 
The bathroom is the same as earlier. Stripped and set inside a tub. The hot water coming up to her waist. they pour an oil into the water and soon the scent of flowers fills the air. The cloths come down and the washing starts in earnest. They go slow, washing her back and legs. Her arms and face are next . She is propped up inside the tub and despite not being able to move she can still feel their caresses.

Next warm water cascades over her hair as one of the nuns washes her hair. Lower a paste is gently applied to her mound. "Time to remove your hair dearie. Only the stuff on your head is permitted."
 
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