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Eulalia's Ordeal With The Imf

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thehangingtree said:
Eul, if you had a nail to bite down on during your caning you wouldn't have any teeth left where it is time for your return to the IMF. And orders were to leave no visible damage to your fair body...

THT
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Those words make me think of a poem of mine I don't think I've posted before -

No visible marks


“No visible marks,” I plead as I feel your tongue
Slip from between my lips across my cheek.
I know what’s coming next, yet do not flinch,
Just turn my head and sigh, “No visible marks.”

“No visible marks.” In some dictator’s gaol
Men stretch my naked body, and prepare
To torture me in those parts where I shall feel
Most pain, yet leave me with no visible marks.

No visible marks. Is that how you must love
Your Scythian girl? Proudly I offer you
My nakedness! How can I be “A slave,
A branded slave,” yet wear no visible marks?

No visible marks? You bite me till I squeal,
Then pause and watch me squirm. My gnawed flesh hurts,
Yet still I press my bare neck to your teeth:
I crave such love-pains, yet no visible marks!

No visible marks! I yield to cruel desire,
Flex up my supple body - teach me how close
Ecstatic pleasure lies to exquisite pain:
Love’s secret torments leave no visible marks!
 
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Mother Superior’s mercy towards Eulalia was not all it seemed. She was ordered by the IMF to return Eul with no visible damage. Sister Prosecutor wouldn’t differentiate between ‘penance’ and ‘punishment’ and Mother couldn’t risk losing the grace and funding of the IMF due to Sister’s enthusiasm. The fear Eulalia felt when she heard three sets of feet approaching gave way to confusion as two sisters positioned Sister Persecutor in front of her and proceeded to strip her naked except for her head gear. One of the sisters stepped behind Eul and told her to relax. She tried but the plug hurt even more coming out than it did going in and she nearly fainted. The sisters let her catch her breath before they untied Eul. Free of the ropes and belt Eul groaned as she stood and flexed her sore muscles. She was moved to the side of the beam and without coaxing Sister Persecutor took Eul’s place. As the sisters tied and strapped her Sister Persecutor glared at Eul and ominously said “Don’t get your hopes up, slave cunt. Mother Superior wants to see you. Come on, sisters, finish this up. You don’t want to keep the good Mother waiting.”

Sister grimaced but made no sounds as the soiled plug was rammed into her ass. She looked over her shoulder at the base of the plug wondering how long it would be before the ‘entertainment’ would begin. She thought ‘I hope those dumb bitches remembered to turn the damn thing on.’ She needn’t have worried….
 
I DID have a good one, hope you all did too. Here's the next part...

The two sisters escorted Eulalia down the long dimly lit halls. Their shoes clacked on the polished terrazzo floors and echoed off the pale tiled walls while Eul’s bare feet slapped against the hard smooth floor. Exhausted and sore as she was Eul was grateful to be standing upright. They arrive at a door that the black peeling paint barely spelled out “infirmary”. One of the sisters knocked then opened the door without waiting for a reply.
Eul was pushed into the room ahead of the sisters when she found another sister waiting.

“Hello! Come in!” the sister said cheerfully. “I’m Mother Superior and you must be Eulalia. You have such a beautiful name. St. Eulalia is one of my favorite saints. You must be proud to be her namesake!”

Mother superior’s cheerful greeting did little to comfort Eulalia. There was a hardness in her steely-grey eyes that told Eul Mother’s happiness to see her was for reasons other than a friendly acquainting. As she pulled the blue band from Eul’s ponytail Mother Superior continued. “Eulalia, Sister Persecutor IS a good woman; she just gets too caught up in her duties. She’s being punished for her overzealousness as we speak and I do hope you will be able to forgive her. Now, Eulalia, I want you to know I’m a licensed RN and I’m going to check to see that you have not been damaged by Sister’s actions. Please climb up on the inspection table.”

Eulalia looked at the table. She had expected something like a gynecologist’s set up with stirrups. Instead it more resembled a pet grooming table only more stoutly built. Eulalia placed her hands on the table as if to climb up. Then she paused as she heard Mother superior snap a pair of latex gloves on. She froze in fear but climbed up when Mother Superior growled “Get your fucking slave ass up there now or you will go back to the attic when I’m done…”

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The thought of returning to the attic was all the encouragement Eulalia needed to scramble up on the table. The two sisters pulled the choke collar over her head and cinched it tight enough to immobilize her but not enough to restrict her breathing as long as she kept her arms straight. They then tied her wrists to the low cross bar and stepped away. Eul gasped when Mother Superior slipped her hand between her legs and began massaging her sore pussy. Mother’s other hand ran softly over Eul’s buns. Mother Superior asked “Are you wet from excitement, or, fear, or anticipation?”

“I… I guess fear” Eulalia stammered.

Mother’s fingers slipped into Eul’s warm, wet cunt. Sternly she demanded “You do not find my touch pleasing?”

“Oh, Mother Superior, it’s just I am so sore there!” Eulalia cried even as her juices shined on the gloves stroking her.

“And how did you become sore here? The plug was in you ass, was it not?” Mother asked, knowing the answer already. Eulalia nibbled her lip not wanting to admit she what she had done on the beam. Mother shook her head and pulled her right hand back. She growled “When I ask a question I expect an answer!”

Before Eul could reply Mother Superior’s hand swung forward and slapped Eul’s ass as hard as she could. Eulalia started to scream but as her body jerked the rope about her neck snapped tight. Panicked, she tried to pull away causing the rope to squeeze even harder. After a few seconds she realized what she was doing and leaned forward. The grommet slipped and she began gasping air. Mother Superior smiled as she looked down at the glowing red hand print on Eul’s ass. She said “I must say Sister Persecutor is an artist with the cane. My handprint is brighter than the welts. Now, Eulalia, I will ask you again. Why is this sinful slave cunt of yours sore?”

“I was rubbing it against the beam” Eulalia explained tearfully.

“And why on earth would you do that?” Mother asked mockingly.

“So I could come!”

“Come? You had an orgasm?”

Eulalia was blushing with shame. She shook her head and said “Yes, Mother Superior.”

“That’s disgusting!” Mother Superior exclaimed in feigned shock. “But, still, Eulalia, how could having one orgasm cause you to be sore?”

“I… I had more than one.”
“Really? How many did you have?”

“I don’t know, Mother Superior. A lot; I did it whenever the plug vibrated!”

“Oh, Eulalia, how I wish the IMF sent you here for penance and not just punishment” Mother Superior lamented. “Oh, well, let’s see if Sister Persecutor did any damaged down here…”
 
Mother Superior covered her gloves with a generous coating of gel then slipped three fingers into Eul’s pouting labia. Eul winced as Mother slipped a single digit through her sphincter. As Mother stroked her finger in and out she mused aloud “It seems to be nice and tight but we must be sure.”

Eulalia found the simultaneous stroking of her clit and ass to be strangely pleasing and her sphincter relaxed as the warming of her loins increased. She softly moaned when Sister withdrew her middle finger, wishing the stimulation of her ass’ muscle would continue. It would but not as she could have imagined. Mother Superior straightened all her fingers and bunched them together to form a point. Mother smiled as Eulalia sighed when her middle finger touched Eul’s bud. Softly she said “I believe you like this, Eulalia.”

“It’s… It’s different. It’s good” Eulalia confessed.

“Then more will be better” Mother Superior declared. With that said Mother Superior rammed her hand into Eulalia’s ass! Eulalia howled in shock and pain as her sphincter stretched around Mother’s wrist. Her whole body trembled with pain. Mother Superior was pleased with Eul’s reaction. She slowly stoked her arm in and out, fist fucking Eul’s ass with one hand and stroking Eul’s clit with the other. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. Not even the massive pear could compare to the hand stoking in her bowel. Mother Superior asked “Is it still good, Eulalia?”

“Oh, no, Mother Superior, I don’t think I can take this” Eul cried.

“You CAN take it. You think yours is the first ass I’ve shove my fist in? And if it’s not good why is you cunt trying to fuck my fingers?” Sister asked. “You’re just a slutty little slave cunt. What’s the matter? Doesn’t your mistress let you come? Answer me!”

“Yes, Mother, she does when I’ve been good.”

“Then you must not be good that often. What was your sentence that caused you to run?”

“They were going to crucify me. They were going to tie me to a cross and hang me naked in public for two hours!” Eulalia cried. Instead of any hint of sympathy or understanding, Mother superior laughed and said “You’re not off the hook for that. You were sent here to be punished for the escape!”

It hadn’t occurred to Eulalia that her trip to the O.P.P. was an addition to her problems with the IMF. The image of her body writhing on the cross popped in Eul’s head. She imagined a crowd leering at her as she suffered pain and humiliation. That thought along with the fingers relentlessly massaging her cunt and the steady stroking of the fist in her ass was all Eulalia could take. Her ass tightened around Mother Superior’s wrist and her cunt squeeze against the fingers stroking it. Eulalia raised her head and moaned “Oh, yes, take me!”

Mother Superior smile in satisfaction as Eulalia trembled in orgasmic ecstasy. She was still playing with Eul’s clit when she asked “Tell me, Eulalia, how did you escape the IMF?”

Almost dreamily Eulalia replied “I sucked all their cocks and poured them as many drinks as I could until they passed out.”

“Didn’t they have your hands cuffed behind your back?”

“Only for the first guard; after that I convinced them I could please them better if my hands were free” Eul explained.

Mother Superior almost came at the thought of Eul sucking cock after cock. She pulled her fist from Eul’s ass and said “Your bottom seems to be fine. Now it’s time for you to pleasure me…”

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Strange surprises never stopped. When Mother Superior removed her apron Eulalia discovered the habit beneath it was open in the front, revealing not only Mother Superiors breasts and sex, but a dark corset about her torso! Mother Superior thrust her breasts into Eulalia’s face and said “Let’s see if you’re as good sucking tits as you are sucking cock. If you make me happy you’ll get some sleep in a real bed.”

That was all the incentive Eul needed. She lapped and suckled Mother Superior’s breasts as they were fed to her. As she did Mother stroked her own clit, purring “your mistress taught you how to do something right.”

Eulalia glanced down and wished she could taste Mother Superior’s pussy. But that wasn’t to be. She also desperately wanted to stroke her own sex but that wasn’t allowed either. Mother Superior came then pulled the front of her habit shut. As she walked from the room she ordered the two sisters to put Eulalia in a cell. Then she went to the attic and released Sister Persecutor. She then took her turn on the beam with the massive plug vibrating her to orgasm after orgasm….

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thehangingtree said:
Perhaps I went too far with this.
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Fine by me THT - nobody has to read it if they don't like it.​
I do, though it's not part of my own fantasy in the way the earlier episodes were -​
they were telepathically close to my own imaginings!​
But it's not for me you're writing it,​
I'm just the victim, and loving it!​
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thehangingtree said:
Perhaps I went too far with this.
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Why???

Edit: I can only second Eulalia. Nobody is forced to read, if they don't like.
And I don't see anything in your text that would not take a fair amount of hypocrisy to criticize...
(hypocrisy in terms of "enjoying rape and torture of a girl but then be picky about some detail that doesn't fit one's individual taste)
 
Thanks for the comments. Eul, perhaps the rest of the week in the hands of the O.P.P. will meet with some of your fantasies. Remember you've been there less than a day. But if they don't, you are there for punishment (I don't get this 'victim' stuff; after all she did run!).

Fantasmo, I was a bit concerned about the anal fist fuck. I have been fortunate to have had relationships with women who have enjoyed (or at least were willing to try anal sex). One even wanted me to try and do the fist thing. I couldn't do it. Showing my age it was long before things on the web were presented in just B/W line drawings because a color photo on a 14.4 baud modem could take half a day to open. If I knew then....

Adminhoek, You have a few panels to wait but I assure you the journey to the execution site will be worth it.
 
So the end of Eul's first day arrives...

‘What a strange day this has been’ Eulalia thought.

She was given a warm bath with salts that seemed to melt away the last traces of the cane’s welts. The two sisters delivered her to a cell but instead of the burlap over straw that would be her bed in the lower basement of the coffee shop she found a plush mattress with soft cotton sheets and a huge down-filled pillow. The sisters gave her some water then combed out her freshly washed hair.

Then they laid her down and locked cuffs about her wrists and a single shackle on her left ankle. The sole light hanging from the ceiling was dimmed but not extinguished and the barred door clanged shut followed by the scrape of metal on metal as the lock was fixed.

In the most comfort Eul had felt since she was enslaved at the coffee shop she thought of the day’s events, starting when Mistress Melissa and Julie came to the grinding room to ask her, not order but ask her, if she wanted to surrender to The Hanging Tree. Then there was the surrender. It was one thing to be viewed by the shop’s clientele as she toiled to grind their beans. It was totally different to walk bound and naked to surrender oneself on the sidewalk in front of the shop.

‘And what the hell was up with Tree’ she thought. ‘I’m fucking blindfolded, cuffed, and lost wherever the hell he’s taking me and he doesn’t even touch me? Do I look like shit or doesn’t he have a fuckin’ dick?’

Eulalia wondered about Mother Superior’s comment about punishment and penance and wondered what could be the difference. And then she remembered she still had the IMF sentence awaiting her; two hours bound to a cross!!

As much as that frightened her she wondered and maybe hoped Mistress Melissa might send her back to the O.P.P. afterwards.

The cell was warm and Eulalia was hot. She thought if she masturbated she could get to sleep. She began to pull her wrists down only to find a cable wrapped about the bed frame held the cuffs near shoulder high while the shackle about her ankle prevented her from curling her hips up to meet her hands. She jerked at her bindings a couple of time only to her a voice from outside the cell call “Go to sleep, Eulalia, you can’t reach your cunt and you have a long day tomorrow.”

Eulalia stared at the wall. ‘It was a long day today’ she thought. She asked aloud but to no one “What could be worse than today?”

The voice from the hall replied “Go to sleep, Eulalia. Believe me, it can get worse…”

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thehangingtree said:
Thanks for the comments. Eul, perhaps the rest of the week in the hands of the O.P.P. will meet with some of your fantasies. Remember you've been there less than a day. But if they don't, you are there for punishment (I don't get this 'victim' stuff; after all she did run!).

Adminhoek, You have a few panels to wait but I assure you the journey to the execution site will be worth it.
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i'll be very pleased:D:D
 
admihoek said:
i'll be very pleased:D:D
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As govenor of Judea I here by proclam Eulalia to be my property and I am sending 2 roman legions to rescue her and bring her to me so that she may take her rightful place as my sex slave!And if the O.O.P. tries to interfer they will all be crucified!!!
 
cmeinsen said:
As govenor of Judea I here by proclam Eulalia to be my property and I am sending 2 roman legions to rescue her and bring her to me so that she may take her rightful place as my sex slave!And if the O.O.P. tries to interfer they will all be crucified!!!
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good nice turn in a great story attacked nunns by roman brutes :D go on govenor perhaps we will see crucified a whole convent cute girls ;) and a new invasion in great brittain
 
thehangingtree said:
Fantasmo, I was a bit concerned about the anal fist fuck. I have been fortunate to have had relationships with women who have enjoyed (or at least were willing to try anal sex).
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What is wrong with anal sex? (I would rather have guessed you were concerned about "nuns engaging in sex" :) )
Ok, I am aware that there are some places in the US (and elsewhere) where retarded laws are even banning it.
And OK, fair enough, it's not for everyone, what needs to be respected in bed, but sure not here! Everybody is free to skip text fragments that don't fit the personal taste.
Anal sex in general takes lots of patience and anal fist takes lots of training, so either mother superior has very slim hands... or Eulalia is a naughty girl ;)
 
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