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Nun Of Your Business

August 13, 2018 By Elizabeth Shadow 6 Comments

bw_03Mistress Devore shot by Danny Stygion

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and we are in no way advocates of any kind of abuse, non-consensual behavior, crossing any hard limits, putting anyone in harm’s way (physically/mentally/emotionally/spiritually), or violating one’s boundaries/what was prenegotiated.

With this being said, enjoy the story!


   The room was dark except for one small light. It cast a small, dim shadow over where I lay on my bed. It was an old rickety bed. My favorite blanket lay on it, which was blue with silken ends. This was one worldly possession I wasn’t willing to part with when I joined the convent. I lay on that blanket as I writhed in sinful pleasure.

    My habit and veil were still on. However, I had a cucumber that I took from the garden jammed in my pussy. I moved it in and out. My fingers on my other hand rubbed my clit. Sometimes, I rubbed a knuckle against it.

     I fantasized about these two very attractive men that were in the congregation today. One had black hair, blue eyes, was five foot four, stocky, but fit. The other had light brown hair, brown eyes that looked black, was six feet tall, and had the body of a Greek God. I imagined the shorter man of the two sucking on my tits while the taller man fucked me hard. I began to suck in air and my legs tensed up. Then, I came hard. I placed my hand over my mouth to try and keep quiet. I didn’t want to get caught.

     I was panting by the time I was done. My habit, which was the long black robe nuns were known to wear, was a bit wet where my pussy had rested on it. I slipped my underwear back on and righted my bra. Then, I sat up on the bed.

    Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I quickly hid the cucumber in the drawer of my nightstand. “Come in,” I said softly.

    Sister Lucina walked in. “Am I interrupting?” She was a novice nun like me. She had black hair beneath her veil and glacial blue eyes. She was much taller than I. She was five foot eight against my four foot eleven.

    “No, I was about to pray.”

     I had gotten to the door before I heard a “That’s  not a bad idea.”

     I turned and looked at her. “Of course, that’s part of our life here,” I said dryly before I turned once more.

    I heard her giggle. “No, it’s not a bad idea since you just sinned.”

    I closed the door to my cell and turned back to her. “What do you mean?”

    “Ugh, ugh, ugh…oh yeah…oh, God,” she mocked while she grabbed herself lewdly.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said casually- though I felt panic begin to rise within me.

     She had the smile of a cat that just ate a canary. She walked to the nightstand and pulled out the cucumber. My juices were still on it. “Explain this then.”

     “Um…” I struggled. “I grew it in my cell. I am going to give that to the poor.”

     “With your cunt juices on it?” she asked coldly.

     “It’s not cum. It’s water.”

     My mouth dropped as she put the cucumber in her mouth. She deep throated the damn thing. No…not deep throat. Nearly swallowed it.

     “It’s not water,” she said as she walked by me briskly. “I’m going to love telling Mother Hanner your dirty sin.” She turned from me, about to go out the door.

    “No, wait!” I protested. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything. Just don’t tell her.”

     She turned around with the biggest grin on her face. “Anything?” she inquired.

    “Almost anything,” I corrected.

      She snickered. “Okay, this could be fun. In order to keep my silence against your dirty sin, meet me in the catacombs beneath the cathedral after dinner. Tell no one you’re coming there and come alone. Got it?”

     “Got it”

     “Come then,” she purred. “We have to go to prayer.” I joined her.

     We didn’t speak to each other during prayer. Well, we can’t any way. At dinner, we didn’t sit next to each other. We sat on opposite corners of the table. I would occasionally steal a glance her way to see if she was looking at me. She wasn’t. She completely ignored me.

     I had clean up duty after dinner. When I was done clearing the table, I headed to the catacombs. Sister Lucina was waiting for me outside the entrance.

  “Come,” she commanded.

     I took her hand and she lead me down into the dark, dank, massive catacombs. She had a flashlight and guided me through this unknown territory. It felt like we walked forever. We finally got to a little room that she led me into. She dipped the candle into a small crevice, and the room suddenly looked as though it had been lit with thousand of candles. She closed and locked the door from the inside. Then, she turned around and looked at me….hungrily. Suddenly, I was very nervous.

     “Disrobe,” she ordered. I shook my head. “I said fucking disrobe!” she shouted. I suddenly froze. I was too afraid to move. After a few moments, her harsh expression loosened; she tossed a saccharine smile my way as she learned in closer to me. “You either do what I say or we can forget this and I tell Mother Hanner.”

    “Sorry,” I mumbled as I started to take off the habit. I’m left in my white panties and bra.

     She again smirks at me. “Good girl,” she said as she took off her habit too. She was wearing black panties and bra. Her belly button was pierced. Her stomach was flat. Her breasts were small with nipples that looked like gumdrops.

    She slyly walked over to me and cupped the back of my head. Then, she started to kiss me passionately. I tried to pull away. Her kisses were punishing. Her lips bruised mine. She sucked on my lips hard until they were swollen and began to crack slightly. Her tongue went deep into my mouth and I gagged on it. I could swear she was trying to choke me with her tongue. She pushed me backwards onto the slab-like alter. She pulled my underwear down. I came up to try to stop her.. She pushed me down. Then, she pulled out rope and tied my hands together. She raised my bounded hands above my head and tied it to the altar. A few second later, she again kissed me and her naughty hand trailed down to start putting a finger in me. I moaned into her mouth.

    “Like that?” she purred.

    “Yeah,” I sheepishly admitted.

   “If you don’t fight back, you will enjoy yourself more,” she said before bombarding me with another one of her kisses. She sprang my breasts from my bra and kneaded and rolled my breasts in her hands like subtle dough. She bent her head and began sucking on one of my nipples. She rolled my other nipple in her fingers before slightly pulling on my tit. I moaned as her three fingers moved in and out of my dripping pussy.

     After a while, she pulled away and stuck out her tongue. It was long. The tip went past her chin. My pussy clenched in anticipation rather than fear. She winked at me as she knelt between my legs. She licked my clit like a kitten lapping up milk. Finally, her mouth nestled over it and started sucking. She put my clit between her lips and flicked it back and forth with her aggressive tongue. My knees buckled as pleasure engulfed me like a wave.

   She continued to finger me with three fingers while she sucked and licked my clit. Then, she replaced her fingers with her long tongue and began to fuck me with it. I writhed beneath her ministrations as she began to increase the pace of her going in and out of me. I groaned in pleasure. As she fucked me, she rubbed her knuckle against my clit. I detonated beneath her, warm cum spilling out. She licked up each drop as I came down from Cloud Nine. She kissed me again, to give me a taste of myself. I tasted salty yet enjoyable.

    “My turn,” she said as she sat on my chest and positioned her pussy above my mouth. With a deep inhale, I began to lick her. I wasn’t quite sure where to lick though. I tried to mimic what she had done to me. Upon seeing that I was struggling, she positioned her bud above my mouth. “Lick me here,” she whispered. I did what she told me. Over and over.

   She started to moan. My tongue dipped into her pussy and began to move in and out of her tight hole. She threw her head back in ecstasy. “Yes,” she said softly. She began to rub her clit with her fingers. I hooked my tongue against her clit and began to go at it. She soon came all over my mouth and I tried my best to lick up every single drop.

When the moment had passed, she bent over and retrieved a special toy from her bag. I gasped when I saw a cucumber. Then, she pulled out a strap- on. The cock was nine inches long with a girth of four fingers.

   “Let’s start off with this,” she said, indicating the cucumber. She spit on the cucumber and started to rub the smaller end of it against the entrance of my pussy. Then, she slowly inserted it. I groaned as I felt it fill and expand me. When she couldn’t get it in any more, she began to thrust it in and out. She started off slow and then went very fast.

  As I began to moan once more, she got on top of me again and positioned herself above the other end of the cucumber, which was bigger in girth than the end in me. She eased herself onto it and began to hump it. She eventually worked herself down on the cucumber until our pussies met. She kissed me as we grinded and fucked the cucumber between us. She gave a growl as she pushed herself off the cucumber. I gasped since it hurt a bit. “Oh, shut up.”she snapped as her hand grasped my throat. “I’m getting bored. It’s time to fuck you myself.”

    She put the strap-on on. Then, she positioned the head of the fake cock at the entrance of my pussy. She was in me with one thrust. She began to fuck me without giving my body time to accommodate its size or girth. This was slightly bigger than the cucumber.

    My mouth hung open as she pounded the strap-on into me. After fucking me with it for a few minutes, she grab ahold of the cucumber. Fear struck me again.

   “Please don’t put that in my ass,” I begged.

    There was a sinister glint in her eyes. “That’s not my intention, my dear,” she said. She pulled out the strap-on. Next, I felt both the head of the fake cock and the end of the cucumber at the entrance of my pussy.

    “Please don-” Was as far as I got as she slammed both into my pussy at the same fucking time. I screamed. At first, it hurt like a bitch. Then, I began to enjoy it.

     I screamed in ecstasy as she fucked me. My legs tensed up and I began to breath in short gasps. An orgasm was riding me. Then, I came all over her toys. She pulled both the cucumber and strap- on out of me. I was drenched between my legs.Cum ran down my thighs and hit the floor.   

  Not even letting me enjoy my afterglow, she lifted my legs. She settled her pussy on top of mine, and began to rub herself against my clit.. First, it was slow. Then, she picked up the speed. I enjoyed the feeling of her wet, warm pussy. After a few more rubs, she came. I came shortly after that as well.

  She then collapsed beside me and held me. “You’re no one’s bitch except mine. Not even God’s,” she announced, her voice a bit gruff and hoarse.


About the Author

She is an avid swimmer and a stay at home mother by day. She is a published author that specializes in erotica and the supernatural by night. She is a kink submissive. However, don’t let her innocent look fool you. She has a naughty imagination and a defiant attitude. She writes erotica on Fetlife under Lynn82md and her novels under another name.
Links:
Fetlife: Lynn82md
Her novel on Amazon: Immortal Love

 

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Trespasser: Part 2

June 18, 2018 By Elizabeth Shadow 6 Comments

07_mistress_devoreMistress Devore shot by Danny Stygion

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and we are in no way advocates of any kind of abuse, non-consensual behavior, crossing any hard limits, putting anyone in harm’s way (physically/mentally/emotionally/spiritually), or violating one’s boundaries/what was pre-negotiated.

With this being said, enjoy the story!

Click here for Part 1


I choked as the man grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth as far as it could go. I tried to pull my mouth off it. I began to retch.

“She is going to get sick if you keep doing that,” the woman told her husband dryly from between my legs. She was now rubbing two fingers against my clit. I felt a mixture of dread (by being nearly choked to death by his cock), and an urge to cry out (from the amazing, pleasurable pressure mounting on my clit).  

“I like when my dick slides deep into a girl’s throat,” he said as he held me in that position for a few seconds before letting me go. I turned my head to the side and gulped in a huge breath of air. I panted vigorously.

“I can do that without gagging, baby,” the woman said defensively. “You don’t need this bitch for that.”

“Fine, suck my cock then,” he said gruffly as he got off me. He lay beside me as his wife began to suck him off.

Through the film of tears from choking on his dick, I was amazed how far she could take his shaft into her mouth without feeling the urge to hurl or choke on it. She fingered me with two fingers while her mouth pleasured her husband. The hunter took over fingering my clit. He kissed me deeply again. I noticed that his kissing matched his wife’s rhythm of thrusting her fingers into my pussy. Groans escaped my mouth, which his captured.

“I can’t take this shit any more,” he growled as he nudged his wife to get off of him.

She took her husband’s spot beside me. He straddled my hips. He rubbed his cock head against my warm, moist entrance. He entered me in one great thrust.

I cried out, but my cry was caught in the woman’s mouth as she made out with me. Her kisses were more gentle than her husband’s. The man had kissed me with an intense possessiveness. She sucked my tongue a bit hard before she lightly bit my lip.

She then sat on my chest and put her pussy directly in front of my face. Her husband continued using powerful, great thrusts that caused his hips to slap into mine. I didn’t resist going down on the woman. Her hand bunched in my hair as I put her clit between my lips, flicked my tongue back and forth across it, licked, and sucked. My tongue delved into her folds and I tasted sweet nectar. She rode my face until a squirt of clear liquid hit me in the face and drenched me.

“Ah!” I said in disgust. “You pissed on me!”

“That isn’t piss, sugar pie,” the woman assured me.

 I took a deep breath before looking to see if she was telling the truth. “You’re right,” I said surprised.

“Of course, I’m right,” the woman said as she thrust her pussy back into my face. “Now, clean me off with your tongue.”

 I licked up every drop I could see. It had a salty, yet sweet taste to it. After a while, she climbed off me and began cleaning up my face, neck, and collarbone-all while her husband was still deep inside me.

“Here it comes,” he moaned. He pumped into me twice before I felt his throbbing cock swell. Suddenly, I felt squirt after squirt of warm cum fill me…bathing my silken interior.  

I loved this feeling. It was like experiencing this man’s true power as he released his seed into me.

I rolled my hips around him as I basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. This sensation forced me to have my own release. I continued to roll my hips so my sweet juices could saturate his cock.

He pushed up on his hands and slid himself out of me. It left my pussy with a loud, wet smack. He then laid down beside me, and so did his wife (on the other side of me). Their arms laid across me. We were breathless. We were sweaty. We were riding clouds of ecstasy.

“You are now ours,” the man declared. “You will be ours as long as you are here. You will submit to us when we command it. You will work your ass off for us. You will be our sex toy when we order it. Do you understand?”

I was too tired to form the word “yes.” I nodded instead. A slight smile slowly crept onto my face.

The man smiled at me. “Good girl,” he said as he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me passionately on the mouth. His wife then turned my face to give me an equally searing kiss. A few moments later, I fell asleep between my two, new owners.


About the Author:

She is an avid swimmer and a stay at home mother by day. She is a published author that specializes in erotica and the supernatural by night. She is a kink submissive. However, don’t let her innocent look fool you. She has a naughty imagination and a defiant attitude. She writes erotica on Fetlife under Lynn82md and her novels under another name.
 Links:
Fetlife: Lynn82md
Her novel on Amazon: Immortal Love

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Trespasser: Part 1

June 11, 2018 By Elizabeth Shadow 6 Comments

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and we are in no way advocates of any kind of abuse, non-consensual behavior, crossing any hard limits, putting anyone in harm’s way (physically/mentally/emotionally/spiritually), or violating one’s boundaries/what was pre-negotiated.

With this being said, enjoy the story!


I watched them through my hiding place. I took refuge behind a pine tree. I tried hard to save my energy for when they would be on top of me. I could outrun them in short spurts. Long spurts…not so much

One of them was a woman with wild, blonde hair. She had brown eyes that could pierce one’s soul. She was tall and had an athletic build. She reminded me of the Amazon warrior women from Xena:Warrior Princess.

The other was a man. He had short, dark hair with stumble on his chin and glacial blue eyes. If you stared into his eyes, it would feel like falling into a vast, deep, light-blue ocean- like the ones you see in the Caribbean. His shirt was off and he was heavily muscled. Sweat glistened off his chest. He wore tight, jean shorts.

They both were barefoot. It made my feet hurt just by looking at them. However, if they lived like this often, the bottoms of their feet were heavily calloused and probably didn’t feel much.

They wanted me. They saw me as a piece of meat…and not the kind you eat. The kind they wanted to ravage. The kind they wanted to control. I could tell by the gleaming look in their eyes when I first encountered them.

It was my fault. I had stumbled onto their land out in the forest. I had been hitch hiking. I was running away from the life I had for the last ten years, which was filled with emotional and verbal abuse, and my ex-husband cheating on the side. It didn’t matter if I was homeless, carless, and penniless. I was free now.

Accidentally, I had come across an apple tree that was part of this couple’s property. I thought it just grew naturally on the border of the forest.

Once they saw me on their premises, I thought they were going to shoot me. A hunting rifle was pointed right at me. I begged them not to kill me.

“What makes you think we’re going to kill you, girl?” The man asked me in a southern drawl.

“Um…the gun pointing at me?”

“This doesn’t have bullets. It has pellets. They hurt like the Devil, but they don’t kill ya.”

“Oh,” I said in relief.

“However, you’re trespassing on our property,” the woman said.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know this tree belonged to you both. Please don’t call the cops”

They both chuckled. “We aren’t going to call the feds, girl.”
“We prefer to play with trespassers,” the woman cockily mentioned.

“In what way?” I asked nervously.

“We’ll play something that I can only describe as the adult version of hide and seek,” the man replied.

“Hide and seek? So, we just play that and everything is fine?”

They both busted out in laughter again. “No, gírl! You run as far as you can from us. Then, my wife and I will hunt you. If you can avoid capture inside our property, you’re free to go. If not, you will be ours.”

I felt my heart climb into my throat. “What would that entail?”

“Trust me, it’ll be fun. At least for us,” the wife said gleefully.  

“So, girl, you up for a hunt?” growled the man.

“What if I don’t want to do this hunt?”

“How cute,” the wife mused to her husband. “She thinks she has a choice in this.”

I could feel my heart beating in my throat. “Okay…I guess I am.”

“Good!” The husband said happily. “Better get running!”

The couple gave me a ten second head start and I took off running as fast as my little legs could carry me. I imagined myself being as fast as a cheetah to help give me speed and agility. My heart raced as I imagined what they had in store for me once they caught me.

They were good hunters. They stayed on my trail the whole way. I was probably thirty minutes away from where I had been originally. They were determined to have me. While they probably felt exhilarated by the hunt, I felt exhilarated trying to outrun and outsmart them.

I was getting tired now. Lungs, knees, and stamina were giving up on me. So, now, it was time to outsmart them. I would let them walk past me. Then, when they were a few feet ahead, I would run in the opposite direction or in another direction that they weren’t in. They would see me, and this would begin another chase.

I ran behind a boulder. I sank beside it as I become even more exhausted. I sat there for…who knows how long. I know it was long enough because I could feel my skin becoming sunburned. I was getting thirsty. I rested my eyes. I think I rested my eyes. One moment I was laying against the warm boulder, and the next, I was gazing up at the couple standing right in front of me with looks of triumph on their tanned faces.

“Taking a cat nap?” The man asked curiously. I didn’t have a response. I didn’t feel like I dozed off. Maybe passed out because of heat exhaustion?

“Get her!” The woman exclaimed.

I rolled quickly away from the boulder using pure agility. I swept my leg and caused the man to fall.

“You stupid bitch!” He cried out.“You’ll pay for that!”

I began to sprint. I saw a small brook and crossed over it.

They weren’t too far behind. This time I hid behind a bush. This would’ve been a great spot if it weren’t for the damn mosquitoes turning me into a buffet. I squealed as I slapped my skin as those little assholes fed on me. This got the attention of the two hunters. I ran once more. I didn’t get far though.

I cried out when the man wrapped his grizzly arms around my waist and tackled me to the ground.

He tried to pin me down with his body. He was much bigger and stronger than I was. He was about six feet tall. Yours truly was only four foot eleven. However, what I lacked in muscle and height, I made up for in flexibility.

My legs were already in spread eagle. I raised them and wrapped them around his broad chest. Using every thigh muscle I could muster, I threw him off of me.

The hunter was surprised. He quickly recovered and was on me once again. “Get to her feet first!” He exclaimed to the woman. “She’s feisty.”

“You better believe it,” I quipped.

He slammed a hand over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up, bitch”

“Don’t give us any trouble,” he growled. Something in his eyes stopped me from continuing to be difficult. There was something feral there… something dangerous.

The huntress caught up to us, and started to start tie a leather strap around my ankles while the man tied my hands together. When the man finished tying up my wrists, the woman layed a flannel blanket on the ground between two trees. He picked me up and carried me to the blanket. He sat down on it and put me on his lap face down.

He forcefully pulled my pants down to the middle of my thighs. “What a lovely ass,” he remarked as he began to rub it.  

“What are you two going to do to me?” I asked nervously.

“Punish you,” the woman said as she sat next to her husband on the blanket. She brushed a finger down my spine. “Pleasure you,” she whispered as her hand covered my mound.

The man arched me and grasped my chin. “You, sweet girl, are our little play thing now.” He brought his stubbly face inches from mine and gave me a short kiss on the lips.

“You can’t do this to me!” I vehemently protested.

“We can since we caught you fair and square,” the woman countered as she put her hand on my throat. She didn’t squeeze though.

“If I told the cops what happened, they would call this kidnapping and rape!”

The woman now applied some pressure. Not enough to strangle me, but enough to give me a warning to shut up. “We haven’t raped you,” she growled. “And we don’t plan to. By the time we’re done with you, you’re going to beg us to fuck you. And trust me, baby doll…you WILL beg us to fuck you.” Her other hand covered my vagina once more. “We never had anyone NOT beg us to fuck them.”

“First, let’s give you a spanking for being the naughty, little girl you are,” the hunter barked.

“How many should we give her?”  

“I like ten,” said the man cheerfully. To me, he said “We’re going to spank you ten times. You will help us count. Failure to do so will result in further punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Yes, what?”

“I don’t know what to call you,” I snapped.

The hunter fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my head back. “How about Master?”

“And you will call me Mistress,” expressed the woman as she planted a sensual kiss on my lips. It was the first time I ever kissed a woman.

“Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes, Master and Mistress.”

“Good girl,” he uttered before landing a big smack on my ass. I yelped in pain. “Forgetting something?”

“One!” I quickly amended.

His hand circled my ass before he landed another hard spanking on me.

“Two,” I cried.

Three to eight came very quickly in rapid succession. He stopped to caress my red behind a bit before giving me spanking number nine and ten.

After a few moments, the hunter and huntress pulled me off his lap, and turned me onto my back. They tied my wrists to one tree trunk while they tied my feet to the other. I felt like I was going to be sacrificed.

They undressed very quickly. Their bodies looked amazing. The woman’s breasts were firm and about B cups. Her nipples looking like red gumdrops. It made my mouth water as I imagined sucking on them. Her vagina was shaved. Her clit smiled at me.

The man was already hard as a rock. The chase and my punishment must’ve aroused him. It was about nine inches long and had the girth of three fingers.

They pulled off my clothes are far as they would go given that I was tied up. It didn’t matter if they weren’t completely off. What mattered was their access to my goods. My breasts were much bigger than the woman’s. I was about a D. My breasts looked like marange tops with cherries. My pussy wasn’t completely shaven, but it was trimmed. I felt wet already, which intrigued me because I barely knew these people. Yet, something primal in me wanted this. Something told me I deserved this.

The woman went straight for my pussy. Her mouth clamped over my clit while her tongue lapped at it as she put two fingers deep into my moist, feminine core. The guy was kissing me hard. His tongue plundered my mouth.  The man eventually sat on my chest; he wanted me to suck him off.
I felt myself becoming rebellious again. I averted my face from him. He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him. Then, he put his cockhead to my lips, and ran it across them as if his throbbing head was lipstick. Eventually, my mouth opened on its own will and in popped his cock. I sucked it like a fucking blow pop; I imagined it being cherry flavored. He moaned, and his head fell back as my mouth pleasured him.

Click here for Part 2


About the Author:

She is an avid swimmer and a stay at home mother by day. She is a published author that specializes in erotica and the supernatural by night. She is a kink submissive. However, don’t let her innocent look fool you. She has a naughty imagination and a defiant attitude. She writes erotica on Fetlife under Lynn82md and her novels under another name.
Links:
Fetlife: Lynn82md
Her novel on Amazon: Immortal Love

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