Log inSinners - Prologue
“Confess” the Mother Superior says.
“I confess I have sinned, mother!” Sister Dolorosa squeaks as the leather whip strikes her buttocks again and again.. “I’m a slut! I’m a filthy sinful slut, mother, I’m a dirty little whore. I’ve fucked with dozens of men, more than I could count. I’ve fucked two, three or more men at the same time. I’ve blown off strangers in bathrooms and back alleys. Oh please forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned…”
“Confess” the Mother superior repeats, fondling her round breasts. “Did you take pleasure in your lecherousness?”
“Yes, oh yes! I loved every second of it! I missed no chance to have my fuckholes filled. I had myself fucked in the pussy, and I had myself fucked in the ass. I had my butt fucked until I could barely sit! And if I couldn’t get someone else to do it, I did it myself. Not a day passed when I didn’t have three orgasms or more…”
“Disgusting” the Mother Superior spits, her fingers reaching under her leather mini skirt. “One more turn.”
Two pairs of hands grabs the vise holding Dolorosa’s boobs captive and start to turn its screws. The girl’s eyes rolls back in pain and a scream escapes past her lips as the wooden jaws bite down even harder on her breasts, its dull metal teeth sinking into her skin. At the same time, the rope looped around her waist and tied to the wicked instrument cuts into her pussy even deeper.
“Nooo!” Dolorosa pleads. “Please, Mother, have mercy on me!”
“Confess, my daughter!” the older woman purrs. “Do you miss your sinful days of old? Would you sin again, were you given the chance?”
“No!” Dolorosa moans. “You have to believe me, Mother! I realized the error of my ways and I will be a faithful member of our venerable convent! I will eat your pussy… I will drink your pee… I will lick your dirty ass clean! Please forgive me, Mother! I will be your obedient slave, just please have mercy on me!”
“Gag her” the Mother Superior says. “I’ve heard enough.”
A huge black rubber ball gag is strapped into Dolorosa’s mouth, muffling her pleas.
“One last turn. Then keep whipping her until I tell you to stop” the Mother Superior declares. She orders Sister Agnes to kneel, lifting her skirt, and pulling her head between her thighs. She leans against the wall; a wide, contented smile appears on her face as Agnes’s tongue starts to tease her fat clitoris. But she keeps her eyes on Dolorosa, watching the girl’s tortured body go rigid with pain again and again as the whip goes down on her buttocks.
Seeing a wayward soul cleansed of her sins makes her blood run hot like nothing else.
Sister Dolorosa receives thirty-seven lashes before the Mother Superior can’t hold back her orgasm any longer; her thighs start to tremble and an ecstatic moan escapes her lips. But the whipping goes on, of course, until she manages to regain her composure and orders Sister Regina to stop.
She smooths down her skirt and steps to Sister Dolorosa. She wipes the sweat and tears off her face, and examines the whip marks covering her ass. Sister Regina did an excellent job; it should take quite a few days before Dolorosa can sit comfortably again, and even longer for the scars to disappear. Her big boobs are both heavily deformed and discolored by the cruel device capturing them, making them wonderfully sensitive; she gives her nipples a hard twist and watches gleefully as Dolorosa’s eyes fill with tears again.
“I don’t believe you, slut” she says. “I don’t believe you feel regret, real, burning, tormenting regret for what you are. But don’t worry. You are going nowhere, and I will stop at nothing, absolutely nothing, to make you feel exactly that. Whether it will take a week, a month or a year… I will break you. You still love yourself too much and love me too little, but soon it will be the other way around. And then at last you can be my slave.”
She waves the sisters out of the cell, then puts her hand on the light switch and gives Dolorosa a wide smile. “We’ll continue from here tomorrow.”
The lights go out, the steel door slams shut and Dolorosa is left alone in the dark with her suffering. She flexes against her chains and sends a desperate, agonizing scream into her gag.
But whatever meager sound she manages to get through the rubber ball dies down immediately, and no answer comes. The heavy stone walls of the convent surround her like a crypt, locking her into blind, cold silence, making her feel like she was buried alive.
And in a sense, she is buried alive. She is now dead to the world - no one out there is missing her, no one is coming to her rescue. They have seen plenty enough of her insufferable personality not to want her back. That’s why she was cast out and condemned to a fate worse than death. That’s why she was entrusted to the care of the Order of the Weeping Virgin.
That’s how she became a Sister of Suffering.
