Second day. Holy Exorcists. Pious punishment.

Today is a warm summer day. Catherine woke up in her cell. Her whole body ached from yesterday's campaign to the bishop. The pain was mixed with pleasure, turning into a wonderful cocktail of pleasure. The sun shone on her bed, playing with rays on her bare chest. Affectionate bliss merged with the moans of a young swarthy body.

Behind the door went nuns. Did she oversleep the morning?

They knocked on the door.

“Yes, come in,” Catherine said, catching herself on the bed.

A young novice came into the room.

- Sister, Catherine, you were absent at prayer. Are you unwell?

“No, I overslept,” Katrin sighed.

“The Father Superior ordered you to be brought to him as soon as you wake up.”

Catherine, silently stood up, throwing the sheet off her gorgeous body. And then she heard the sigh of horror of a novice.

- What's up with your body?

The entire back and ass were covered with a pattern of scars left by yesterday’s punishment. Catherine looked around and noted to herself that the patterns look beautiful on her dark skin. Her name swept over her, her legs trembled, and her bosom became wet and hot. She madly wanted to repeat.

I wonder why she is called. Although, probably, the answer is on her raised playful ass, between her lascivious legs and in a depraved mouth.

She plunged into fantasies so deeply that she did not notice how she had inserted three fingers into herself and began to fuck herself in front of a young novice. Catherine came into herself from a muffled moan, and opening her eyes, she realized that the moans belonged to a young lady, who, looking at her older sister, sat on Catherine’s bed and rubbed her clitoris with quick, abrupt movements.

From this picture Catherine started up even more. She got on all fours and crawled up to the sitting girl. Her hearing caught the prayer that the little devout slave whispered.

Catherine's lips were laid to the lips of the girl, and the tongue slipped on the sister's fingers. She, in surprise, pulled her hand away and looked at Catherine with frightened eyes. The harlot lifted her eyes, looked up from her bosom, bleeding with her young juice, and putting her finger to her lips, knocked the girl on the bed with her second hand. And immediately dug into the tender crack of love. Her tongue was playing with her sister's shouting, now plunging into her, then emerging. Playful Catherine caressed her sister, no matter how she caressed anyone in her life. She felt the claws of a novice on her back, felt how they dig into delicate skin. Ohhhh ... Pain. Again she filled the soul of the harlot, causing a burning desire. With her hand, she continued furiously fucking herself with four fingers, extinguishing her moans in her desired body, listening to the intermittent prayer of the young sinner.

Her words brought Katharine so much that, having pulled away, she imperiously inserted three fingers into the girl's body. The girl bent and exhaled: "Hallelujah !!!" and bent a stormy orgasm, and at that moment, having finished, collapsed between the desired legs.

“We are sinners, my sister,” she heard, Catherine, “we must repent, otherwise, hellish torments await us after death,” the novice lamented.

“Don't be afraid of my sister,” Catherine said, and hugging the girl, she kissed her passionately on the lips.

“Hell, it's after death, and before death we still have to sin so that the hell’s boilers go out of our heat,” Katrin smiled, and wearing a robe came out of her cell.

She passed through the monastery courtyard and went to the cathedral, where the reception of Bishop Anra was located. Yesterday she hid his adventures from him, and in the evening he plunged her into the world of painful pleasures and voluptuous torments. From the memories, Catherine got wet again, and, feeling a thin stream of juice on the inside of the thigh, she realized that she had forgotten to put on her underwear. If he decides to check the result of punishment, he will be struck by the incorrigibility of a sinful whore. And she again will experience yesterday's humiliation and pleasure.

Going into the office of the father-superior, Catherine stood at the door, bowed obediently head.

“My daughter,” began Bishop Andre in a calm, heavy voice.

- You understand that what happened last night was for your good?

“You are sinful, and sin is the creation of Satan.” And I, as your mentor, should drive this evil out of you.

Catherine stood silently, staring at the floor, and in her heart she dreamed that he would lift her clothes and fuck, and not carry this blissful heresy about saving her soul from the clutches of demonic forces. She stopped listening to him for a long time, she wanted his powerful member, wanted him to unfasten it and get hold of it, and better not himself.

She fell to her knees in front of him and, with tears in her eyes, prayed for salvation. She begged him to continue saving her soul, begged to punish her sinful body, begged for permission to again touch his blessed member. She was ready to pray for anything, just to feel his cock in itself.

Father Andre walked up to her and in one sharp movement he tore her monastic robe from the maiden. Catherine appeared before the bishop completely naked. Her body is covered with fresh scars, and her lips glistened with the discharge of her lust. The second movement, he put her on his knees, and instantly appeared in front of her rearing member.

Opening her mouth in surprise and surprise, she received a powerful push, and the member entered her, penetrating the throat at full length. The testicles hit her chin. Powerful arms wrapped around her head. His dick rammed her mouth. Andre groaned, growled and groaned. He owned a little slut, feeling like a god, but being no more righteous than Lucifer.

A powerful stream of sweet hot seed hit her in the throat. Catherine, in surprise, coughed, and the seed spilled from her mouth, a stream passed over her chin and fell to the floor. At the same moment she received a resounding slap in the face.

“How dare you condemn me for the sin of Anan?” - Anre yelled

“It’s a sin itself, and sins on me, like putting chains on you.”

- Immediately lick everything that you dared to pour out on the earth of God.

Catherine pressed her lips to a small puddle on the floor. She was happy that she did not sleep, that it happened again with her. And as soon as her tongue sank into a puddle, she felt a palm strike on the pope, the blow was so loud that it seemed the whole monastery could hear it. Every time she scoured the seed, she received new blows, between which she heard the words of the prayer.

When the execution was over, the bishop told her to rise. He said that today the episcopate would arrive in demand, and he asked for their help in expelling the spirit of the succubus from her. The pious agreed to stretch their help hand to the young sinner.

- So too hand, - Catherine thought with a grin

I thought, but I did not say a word.

At that moment, the monks came to the office, familiar to her. In their hands they carried a strange box on two poles. The box was covered with the deeds of the saints, which drove demons of depravity and vice from people, although most of all it looked like an image of orgies of people, monks and demons.

Catherine studied engravings with interest, as she heard from her father, Anre, that she needed to get into this strange box.

Catherine, without objection, humbly crossed the edge of the open box that the monks had set in front of her. You can sit here only on your lap, more precisely on all fours, with your legs under your legs. She and sat down. One of the monks put a steel hoop on her head, securing the arcs coming from him on the walls of the box. Hoop tightly squeezed Catherine's head. The second monk said with a smile that this hoop is called the crown of a sinner, he will not allow her to turn away from the light of purification. Then the lid of the box was closed. Catherine sat in it and felt that the box was lifted up in her arms and carried. Fear mixed with interest and anticipation flowed through her veins.

She was brought somewhere, set. She heard men's voices, there were a lot of them, they spoke in Polish, French, German, Spanish and even English. Heard female moans and whistling whips.

What a pity I'm here, not there. How many men with velvety, rolling voices. How lucky these harlots are, and she should sit in this box and burn with impatience and desire. After 10 minutes, in the box, at the level of her mouth, the shutter opened, and a beam of blinding light fell on her face.And literally at the same second, a member entered the hole, which touched her lips, and at the same moment fired with a stinging flow of semen, painting her lips and nose with white. She did not have time to lick the hoods and touch the penis with the language as he left the box space, and another took his place. The second term was long, but skinny. Catherine, happily opened her mouth and took a member in itself. He did not take long to wait, and as soon as her lips clasped him he was discharged with a hot stream, directly into her mouth. His seed was slightly bitter, but it did not spoil its taste. Licking a dick, she opened her mouth to give free rein to this divine creation. And after him was the next, then the next, then the next ... It lasted so long that all of her face and chest booted in sperm. Something she swallowed, something allowed to leave her mouth, and someone fired before reaching her mouth.

- How many are there? How many of them gave me their “godly” seed? And how many gave more than once? - these questions swarmed in her head.

She did not remember how long it lasted, she lost her head from pleasure.

She came to herself deep in the night. She was lying in her bed. Next was someone's breath. Catherine rose from the bed. There were no traces of seed on it, on the contrary, the body smelled of herbs. And in the moonlight, a young novice slept on her bed, which woke her in the morning. On the ass and the back of the girl were familiar fresh scars.

“So now there are two of us,” Katrin smiled, and kissed the girl in her hair.