Monastery Fire

As you can imagine growing up a convent, educated girl my life was always restricted. My parents protected me from boys and checked all my comings and goings.
I did not dare do anything “dangerous” although my dreams were vivid in sexual adventures.
I do confess that now I have since done things I would have been ashamed of back then but now I am proud of them. I love pushing my limits.
I now hang onto a favourite dream of mine that started after I visited a monastery on holiday and became wet when I saw some of the young monks.
As I lay me down to sleep, I drift into a world with my beautiful friend Chrissy. We do many things together and she is the perfect choice to wild adventure my dreams takes me on.

A storm brews on a remote island, Chrissy and I hold hands tightly as we enter a monastery. We are greeted by an elderly monk who proceeds to show us around the ancient building. The stone building holds secretes behind whispering walls. The storm pounds the outer walls; we are invited to stay the night.
After a meal of basic food, we are shown to a little room with two beds. We remove our wet clothing and put on the white plain T-shirts provided. Relaxing in our bunks, we chatter about some of the younger monks and wonder how they look naked.

Calming into sleep, I take a private moment to envision the naked monks before me. A crack of thunder brings me to reality and I can hear voices outside the room. Chrissy is sitting up in her bunk as we both listen to the sounds in the hallow hallway.
Curiosity takes out into the hall; we edge along a stone corridor lit by a deep glow. There is a room ahead where we can hear the voices. Suddenly we are pushed forward with powerful hands, stumbling through the door, we find ourselves in a vast chamber - lit only be candles.
Immediately, two monks tie Chrissy to a stone column. One monk holds me while another rips my t shirt from my body with savage force. Now both naked; thirty monks inspect us. With predatory movements, I am forced onto a low altar and tied to metal bars. One monk comes forward with a lit black candle and stands over me. He touches my pussy and slowly drips the wax over me - from my breasts down my belly to my pussy. He plunges his finger deep into my moist pussy.

Chrissy is bent forward, one monk holding her hair and another holding a flail. He starts beating her hard. I cannot call out and she smiles in pleasure. A young monk moves upon Chrissy with a smoking brand. Slowly he brands her on her thigh; the sound of flesh sizzling brings me unrelenting fear. In that moment, the same monk approaches me and holds the brand an inch away from my neck. In an instant without hesitation, he quickly thrusts it into my thigh. The pain is amazing - beautiful and terrible. I look down and see a mark on my thigh. An inverted cross. "You are now our possessions" an elderly monk calls out.



Two more monks approach me. One has a whip the other has a huge dildo on the end of a cross. He thrusts the dildo into me while the other whips my stomach. I am in pain but my pussy drips with an insatiable ache. Chrissy is crying and groaning. Two monks open their robes and force their huge erect cocks into her face. She sucks them both while another monk beats her back.
Removing the cross from my eager crease, the monk inserts his cock with a poison thrust of passion and sin. He fucks me while the other continues whipping. The storm has erupted and lightning spraying light onto walls.
Fear leaves me; replaced with a longing for more inflamed rapture.
The elderly monk comes forward - his robe open exposing his erect cock. He does not penetrate me. He takes two clips and opens my vagina wide with the clips. Then he masturbates into my pussy. Hot sticky cum shoots out of his cock all down my legs and pussy. Then the other monks gather round me and Chrissy masturbating while others continue beating us. We are covered in weal, bruises and hot semen. They untie Chrissy and me and throw us both together so we are entwined - naked - covered in spunk and whip marks. There is a huge roar of thunder and I and I pass out.

Written by Tori