Three Days since the Convent Takeover
Of all of the nuns who had caught Elizabeth’s interest since she had first taken over the convent, none of them stood out more than Cecilia did.
Looking upon her, with her soft brown locks and gentle curves, one would’ve assumed her to be little different than most of the other innocent women in the place, or perhaps even more of an angel than the rest. That presumption, of course, would only last until someone looked too deeply into her eyes. That gaze of hers was soulless… it lacked even the emotion that could be seen in the dumbest dog. The few times they showed anything at all was when her malevolence took over, when she was close enough to harming someone or seeing them harmed that her bloodlust excited her.
In a way, she was a kindred spirit… but only in a way.
Cecilia was loyal to the church, not to her gang. She was a violent sadist, but her faith wasn’t a complete ruse. Elizabeth might be able to break her and turn her into a lieutenant the same way she had Alana, but while Alana could be taught to be heartless she had a soul… how could Elizabeth ever truly trust someone like Cecilia? From a purely rational standpoint, it was clear that Cecilia was more of an animal than a person. An animal which served Elizabeth not out of a reasoned sense of loyalty, but like a wolf who knew to follow a hunter only because he would receive scraps on the side. For that reason, it was good to be suspicious of her and keep her at arm’s length, for who knew what might happen on the day when the hunter had his hands empty?
She couldn’t trust her… so Cecilia had to join the ranks of her broken whores.
Her oddities, however, made that complicated… it forced Elizabeth to consider what even could bring down a woman like that… what could get into her head? Cecilia was a total sadist, and was unlikely to be able to accept many of the pains she had dealt out back to her. Even beyond the physical pain, there was undoubtedly a sense of wounded pride underlying it all… the sense that she was the master, not the slave. Flipping that on her should be effective.
Or so Elizabeth had thought.
"Scream for me you evil cunt!" Mercy's voice had an almost psychotic trill to it as she drove a sewing needle into one of Cecilia's pert breasts... and while that voice shook and broke a little bit the mousy blonde girl showed no sign of hesitation as she tormented the older nun.
Elizabeth smiled. Mostly due to the brutality that Mercy had suffered at Cecilia’s hands, Mercy was one of the victims here who fully understood the extreme levels of sadism the tied-up nun was capable of... and after what she had been put through the broken, weak little girl was still capable of dishing out some revenge when presented with a bound and helpless victim. Elizabeth still remembered how the broken nun had reacted when she first proposed it... the way her eyes had widened and her tight lips moved awkwardly. She hadn't been allowed to talk in weeks by that point, and Elizabeth had begun to wonder if she still knew how by the time she nodded. "I... of course I will, Reverend Mother."
The irony was amusing. Of course, Elizabeth was the one actually responsible for destroying Mercy... but she was much too frightened of her to even dream of lashing out at the dark-haired Reverend Mother. After years of manipulating people and months of learning about these women in particular, Elizabeth knew Mercy’s terror was far too deep for her to ever truly make a move. Elizabeth was a goddess that she might hate, but she was a goddess... not something that a mere, weak mortal like her could ever defeat.
Unlike Cecilia.
By then Cecilia was bound and gagged in her own room, completely unable to move. She struggled constantly against her bondage and made outraged sounds through the rag stuffed in her mouth but even so her normally predatory eyes looked more confused than angry so far. No doubt Cecilia wanted to know what she did wrong to end up in this predicament... which was precisely why Elizabeth was not going to even dream of removing that gag. The frustration by itself would be an effective injury to the woman. To add to the terror, there would be no explanation, no mention of when this would end – nothing. For the foreseeable future, Cecilia would feel like she had been dragged straight down to hell, with her waking hours consisting of nothing more than pain and torture.
She sat and watched that first day as Mercy began her grim work... the only thing that had restricted the girl from doing was killing her former torturer. A glass of wine in her hand, Elizabeth watched Mercy run her fingers across Cecilia’s trapped body, as if to get a sense of just how delicate and real it was, and to further press the point that Cecilia was completely helpless. She picked up another small needle and held the gleaming body in front of Cecilia’s eyes. “Do you see this? I watched you use one on a bird before. You monster…”
A startled Cecilia shook uncontrollably as Mercy raised up her breast and prepared her nipple. She seemed outraged... This was not even Elizabeth punishing her. It was Mercy. The girl who had been most abused and humiliated. The weakest and worst treated of the nuns was now to become her torturer.
Elizabeth leaned back, still wondering if Mercy might hesitate at the very end. She took a sip of wine and decadently leaned back against the pillows with a hand placed down against her moist clit, waiting... and Mercy drove that needle into her nipple with unexpected calm and precision. As the metal went through the soft and sensitive flesh of that delicate nub the first small tear fell from Cecilia’s soulless eyes. “Look at you,” said Elizabeth, shaking her head in disapproval. “You did so much to others. You were so eager. And now look at you. You’re a pathetic wretch.”
She watched for hours. By the time a few hours had passed, and the metal tin was empty of needles, Elizabeth was convinced she had misjudged Mercy. Yes, she was broken and a weakling... but she had broken like a jagged bottle of glass, eager to hurt anyone else for her pain. She had nowhere near the enthusiasm or loyalty of Alana, but in Elizabeth's hands she would at least be a reliable torturer for the other nun who, at this point, had had her nipples and breasts abused relentlessly. Not only had her nipples been pierced, but Mercy used her large soft breasts as pillows into which to dig additional needles deep. By the end there were so many placed into Cecilia’s chest that her breasts looked like two metal porcupines.
Cecilia shook her head in denial and attempted to snarl the ten thousandth curse at Mercy... but she wasn't breaking. Not even as the weak nun began to whip her, driving the leather into her exposed belly to start with. She left bloody cuts across her skin with that bullwhip, but even so… while the sadistic nun screamed and suffered she still managed to seem equally outraged as broken. Tormenting her with her weakest victim was fun entertainment, and the bully wasn’t used to being on the bottom. She could dish it out, but she couldn’t take it. Even so, however, Elizabeth could see that this might put her in her place but it wouldn’t keep her there. This wasn’t going to finish the job.
Thankfully, she had other ideas as well.
Several weeks ago Elizabeth had started probing… poking at Cecilia’s loyalty here and there, and asking questions about her past. Elizabeth wanted to understand how such a deeply disturbed woman ended up in a convent, and how she had managed to live here for so many years without making big enough of a mess to get herself thrown out?
Listening to Cecilia herself answered some of those questions. While discussing punishments for other sisters, Cecilia had made suggestions, and confessed to Elizabeth some of the way she had taken her rage out on the innocent. She had delighted in putting garbage in the food of sisters who displeased her, or slipping spiders or cockroaches into their chambers. She had sabotaged any sister who caught her displeasure in any daily task she could. Then those had stopped satisfying her, however, she had taken to heading outside of the convent and trapping animals. It had always made her feel better to find a bird to rip to pieces or a cat to hang.
It was Prudence, however, who had given Elizabeth the real key, the secret that she needed. The dumb cow no doubt thought she was being helpful in apologizing for the other, more extreme sister… excusing her behavior. Elizabeth supposed, in a way, she was right… knowing that she and Cecilia had even more in common than she thought was useful.
The difference, of course, was that Elizabeth had killed her father for raping her.
Cecilia’s uncle had been a very, very bad man, Prudence had told her. No one was certain when he had started fucking his niece, but what Prudence did know was that Cecilia had fallen for the man. She hadn’t ever stopped it… instead, he had been the one to send her away, tossing her out like overused trash…
When he realized Cecilia was pregnant.
Elizabeth’s ears had perked up upon learning that. “There was a child, then?”
“Yes, her daughter Alice… I’ve never seen her so upset as when she needed to leave her behind.”
And, just like that, Elizabeth had found what she was looking for… the first chink her armor since she had met this sadistic vampire of a nun. She felt something. Anger? Regret? It was hard to say precisely what she felt… but anything at all was a change from the woman Elizabeth knew. “And what was done with her?” she asked idly.
“Why, the family kept her, of course,” Prudence said. “It had to be done, really. A nunnery is no place for a child, and a woman can not raise a daughter alone.”
It had been enough to give Elizabeth her plan for the route she would need to take to break down Cecilia as far as she had the others. In a way, it was ironic… attempting to degrade Cecilia would have almost no effect in taming her. While the other nuns were being brought down to the level of animals fighting tooth and claw for basic survival, Cecilia was going to need to be elevated instead.
Elizabeth smiled as she watched the whip crash down again. That’s right… be tough while you can. I’ll make a human out of you yet.
The next morning, Elizabeth instructed Alana and Mercy to take Cecilia out of her bounds and ungag her. By now Cecilia was only a husk of what she had once been. Rather than lash out and strike at Elizabeth, or even beg for mercy and forgiveness, she simply dropped down to her knees, wrapped her arms around Elizabeth’s ankles, and wept as one who was truly broken.
It was fake. Elizabeth knew that. Cecilia wasn’t this kind of sycophant. Any submission she offered right now was a ruse, a way to get people to let their guard down. Elizabeth would allow it, for now. Oh, and to think you have no idea what’s coming…
Elizabeth crouched down and raised her chin mockingly. She could see her own reflection in the tears welling in Cecilia’s eyes. “I’m sorry for what’s been done to you, Cecilia. But it was necessary, you understand. Your own sin needed to be purified, didn’t it?”
There was clearly terror borrowed deep inside of Cecilia, and beneath it there was an ocean of anger and outrage. Cecilia clearly wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer truthfully. Tell the truth, lie… conceivably, either answer could lead back to more abuse. Elizabeth could practically see the calculation… already the sadist was planning her revenge, and was determined to avoid further punishment while she did so, so instead of committing to either answer, Cecilia instead, she just put her head down in total submission. “I exist to serve you, Reverend Mother…”
“Come, come,” said Elizabeth. “You don’t have to pretend. You know I’m no Reverend Mother, don’t you?”
Cecilia almost visibly ground her teeth. “Yes,” she said curtly.
The dark-haired bandit laughed. “Mistress will suffice,” she said with a toothy grin. “Now come with me. I have a surprise for you.”
Shivering, naked, ill-fed, and battered by Mercy for days, Cecilia had to be helped along by Alana and was brought outside.
There, as noon sun shone down brightly announcing another beautiful and heavenly day, Cecilia was brought naked into the light. She didn’t even seem troubled by some of the men who lounged around, cleaning their weapons or drinking some of the wine. She barely seemed troubled at all until a woman spoke up.
“Oh, Mother… Is that you?”
Cecilia froze.
Elizabeth fought the urge to laugh as the brown haired nun slowly turned, and stared incomprehensibly at the daughter she had not seen in almost twenty years. The last time she had seen her, Alice would have been just a child… but a Mother knew. Even a mother as damaged as Cecilia knew.
She stared, eyes watering. Then, as if some kind of latent motherly instinct suddenly kicked in, Cecilia broke away from Alana. The blonde nun let her go as she ran over and wrapped her arms around her daughter lovingly, kissing her as she cried. “Alice!” she sobbed. “My Alice… Alice!” The nun kept repeating the name trembling lips. “Can this truly be you?”
Alice gazed down at her mother with a playful smile. As Cecilia embraced her with warm affection, Alice suddenly reached down and grabbed a handful of her mother’s ass. “Your body is still just as fuckable as daddy claimed. Good!” she spat.
Cecilia did not understand. “What?...” she whispered, voice trembling with shock.
Elizabeth tried not to laugh.
Alice had not been at all what Elizabeth expected. She was even better.
For a start, she was both taller and curvier than her mother… an Amazonian-looking creature with an impressive pair of breasts and wide hips that made her look like some pagan love goddess. Her hair was perfectly straight, almost unnaturally so, and her lips were full and seductive. Everything about her, from the way she moved when she stepped with an emphasis on her hips and ass, to the tantalizing way she licked to lick her lips as she spoke, drove Elizabeth mad with lust. Her face was sublime; gentle and sweet, and pure enough that it seemed hard to believe that she was the product of such a foul, incestuous rape. There was nothing twisted or deformed about her body.
Her mind, however, was twisted enough to compensate.
When she sent some of her men to find Cecilia’s uncle and pay him to purchase his “daughter” from him to make her another nun, her expectation was that Alice would arrive at the convent and then be used much like Catherine had been. Elizabeth had been planning to rape Cecilia’s daughter in front of her. The one person she might actually care about. But Alice experienced no shock as she was greeted by the naked, terrified and docile nuns, nor did she seem at all troubled when Elizabeth began to explain the torture she had made some go through in order to “help” them.
Alice listened with her legs crossed and a sly smile on her lips. “Why, Reverend Mother, from the way you run this place, I have the feeling you’re no holy woman at all. In fact, I’d say you’re somewhat of a degenerate whore.”
Elizabeth was so stunned by her words, said so plainly and frankly and with no little terror, that she wasn’t sure how to respond. She had barely been able to cock an eyebrow.
“I’m a degenerate whore myself, you see,” Alice continued. “Undoubtedly due to my degenerate whore mother, who conceived me with her own uncle, and then left me with him so he could replace her with a younger model. Her blood runs through me.”
Alice, as it turned out, was fucked in the head. After years of being raped by the man who should have been looking after her, all she knew was that her mother had sold her into this life… abandoning her to it for her own freedom. She was completely insane… wonderfully, wonderfully insane. And these days, she lived only for the thought of repaying the mother who had abandoned her to her nightmare.
Elizabeth stood watching, smiling like Satan on a holiday. “Your daughter has turned out much like you’d expect Cecilia. Utterly mad.”
As Cecilia went on staring incomprehensibly at her daughter, Alice ran her fingers through her mother’s soft locks. “You’re about as pretty as I imagined. Did you think I wouldn’t be as pretty as you? Is that why you abandoned me?”
“I never wanted to–”
Before Cecilia got to finish her sentence, Alice smacked her so hard across the face that she folded and fell to the ground. “You left me alone in the world. Separated from you. Gave me to a rapist so you could escape him. What kind of mother does that?”
Looking up at what she had created, Cecilia burst into tears. “Alice… I didn’t! I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… Please…”
“Daddy’s been busy with me,” she said frankly. “But he doesn’t want me anymore. He’s made a new daughter with me, and he’s raising her now. He doesn’t want either of us back…” Alice glared at Cecilia. “But me… I want you, Mommy. I want to tell you how much I appreciate what you did.”
At that point, Alice opened her coat and unveiled the carved ivory dildo dangling from her waist like a weapon. It had not been manufactured here, however. No… according to the mad girl, it had been from her “father,” something he had bought in town from some traders years ago. One that had been his favorite… and that he had used on Cecilia.
Cecilia stared at her daughter’s body, and Elizabeth saw it… not fear, or disgust or rage or lust or hatred, but horror. A real, all-consuming emotion of horror. “Do you like it?” said Alice. “You remember this, don’t you? It’s quite nice, isn’t it?” Alice reached into her coat and pulled out a leash and collar. “Now, you’ll put those on. I want to see you walking on all fours, the way Daddy made me. No talking, either… you bark from now on. You’ll be like a bitch in heat for me. Understand?”
The calm and joy with which Alice said the words seemed to strike fear even in Cecilia’s heart. Much as the latter was damaged by her youth and her father, much as she enjoyed doing harm with others, she was not mad. Alice, on the other hand, was dancing in the realm of the mad gods with both feet firmly placed there.
Like an animal who sensed pure danger, Cecilia bolted at full speed despite her pain and exhaustion. “Don’t you dare!” Alice called out, running after her.
Elizabeth smiled at Alana, utterly unconcerned. The courtyard was locked, after all, and her men surrounded the place… it wasn’t like she had anywhere to go. “Goes to show why you should raise your children well,” she said with a grin. “No daughter of mine would ever betray me. Isn’t that right, Alana?”
Alana’s eyes followed the two, and she twisted her lip in a tiny smile. She had never liked Cecilia. “Yes, Mistress,” she agreed.
The chase didn’t last long. Mercy has put Cecilia through hell for the last few days, and even if she hadn’t Alice was built like an amazon. Her long legs and superior speed helped her catch up easily enough. She grabbed Cecilia by the hair as if she were a common whore and yanked her down to the ground before stomping on her stomach like she was trying to crush a bug. “You dare to run away from me, Mom?” She snarled. “You dare run away from me again? You pathetic cunt! Put on your leash! Put it on!”
As she watched her, Elizabeth reached up and played with her nipple absentmindedly. Alice certainly was beautiful… she preferred her victims softer and more vulnerable, but there was something to be admired in the athletic build that the younger woman had. That little amazonian was going to be very popular once Elizabeth was finished with her… and her “father” had already done most of the hard work of training her. She wasn’t going to be going anywhere after this… one more lovely addition to their roster.
After all… while Elizabeth intended to make the business of prostitution into the men’s business to arrange rather than dirty herself with it, she was confident there would be no shortage of men who would pay more than double to fuck mother and daughter together.
Alice put the leash and collar on her mother’s neck by force, then kicked her a few more times just out of anger. As Cecilia writhed in pain on the ground, Alice pulled her head up, then slapped and spit in her face. “You’re a miserable whore, mom. Look at you! Look at you! If you hate me, remember you made me like this. You fucked daddy, and made me… and then left me to his tender mercies. I’m not ashamed at all… None of this is my fault. You made me this way.”
Cecilia began to weep but that only seemed to please Alice. She dragged her beaten mother around by the leash and kicked her until she barked, just the way she promised she would. Elizabeth thought she saw the moment the last bit of dignity Cecilia had vanished. Then, as promised, she brought her before Elizabeth and instructed her to raise her ass up.
“Thank you for this, Mistress,” Alice purred, sincerely grateful.
Elizabeth smiled. “Please, it’s my honor. Go ahead.”
Cecilia sobbed inconsolably, her broken and miserable face nothing like that of the gleeful predator Elizabeth once remembered. You probably wish your God was real right about now. That rescue really was coming. You probably wish you had sided against me. How unfortunate…
Alice bent down and brought the carved tip of the ivory dildo right against her mother’s delicate asshole. “Daddy told me he never did get around to using your ass. You’re a selfish bitch, mom. After he realized what he’d been missing out on, he never missed an opportunity to plow mine. I’m going show you exactly what that felt like, and help you make up for lost time…”
Then Alice thrust in with all her might.
Despite her attempts to be tough, the pain was clearly too much for Cecilia to bear. She attempted to escape, or to fight off her younger, stronger daughter… completely without avail. Alice pulled savagely on the leash and slapped her back into submission, relishing the tears and the struggle. “Your ass isn’t yours! You don’t get to decide what to do with it! It’s Daddy’s… and I’m taking it in his stead!”
Cecilia was continuing to struggle, so Elizabeth raised a hand in a casual gesture. Alana walked forward confidently, and stood on Cecilia’s arms, holding her in place as her daughter got to work.
When Elizabeth used a strapon, it was an object of pain and discipline, a way to take pleasure in someone’s submission. She enjoyed putting little bitches in their place, making them take it… but she still needed to get off afterward. Alice, however, didn’t appear to have that problem… the psychotic little amazonian appeared to have rich enough an imagination that she threw her head back and moaned as she fucked her mother’s ass… it looked to Elizabeth as if that ivory dildo on her hip was her fully feeling real dick. “It’s so good. Fuck. She’s so tight. This nasty little whore!”
Cecilia first grunted in agony as she sobbed, then she began to shriek. “AaAAAAaaAAA~”
Alice shook her savagely. “Don’t you dare ruin this for me. You already ruined my life once… you aren’t going to do it again! This tight virgin ass of yours is the only part of you that’s got anything to offer!”
Several of the men stared, rubbing at their groins. Alana was breathing hard. Even Elizabeth was taken aback by the display, torn between rolling her eyes at the crazy woman and being aroused by the display she was putting on. Alana raised her eyes to glance at Elizabeth, who returned an equally unconcerned shrug. It didn’t really matter to her if Alice was sane or not… as long as she was trainable, and fuckable, then what did it matter what was in her head?
“Take it!” Alice cried. “Take it, take it, take it!” She slapped her mother’s ass as she rode her, pummeling the tight ass raw with the ivory cock.
By the size of the thing, a single thrust would have been enough to send any woman out of her wits, even Elizabeth, but Cecilia shrieked and took it. “Aaah!! AAAhhAAAA~”
Getting into it herself, Elizabeth crouched before Cecilia, wiping away her tears with two fingers. “Isn’t this a sweet surprise, Cecilia? Do you see how much your daughter cares for you? She came all this way just to fuck your ass bloody… she wanted to rip you to shreds to pay you back for abandoning her. Honestly, damaging you like that wouldn’t be great for me, considering what I have in mind for you… but how could I deny the sweet thing? She’s so pure and eager. Would it be so bad if you never were able to shit properly again?”
Cecilia mewled like a little girl. “P-P-Please Reverend Mother!...” she sobbed… and the emphasis she put on “mother” sent a shiver through Elizabeth. It wasn’t the way a grown woman begged… it was the way a little girl cried to her mommy. The domineering, sadistic bitch had fallen all the way down to being as helpless as the little girl she had once been, crying for her mom to save her. “I never wanted… Aaah!… Never wanted… AaaaAAa!!... This… D-Dad… He… made me…”
“Shhh,” said Elizabeth, stroking her head. She smiled. “Your father knows the truth… that your uncle was blameless. You’re the one to blame for everything. You’re the succubus who tempted him.”
“No… No…” Cecilia wept.
It wasn’t true, and every part of her was denying it. But how could Elizabeth not use this as an opportunity to destroy the last part left of her? “Of course it is,” she purred. “You’re a miserable whore who seduced her own uncle. Got herself knocked up. Abandoned her child. And now you are suffering the consequences of that.” She shook her head, laughing. “That pain you’re feeling? That’s your daughter. The product of your incestuous love. All your fault, Cecilia. It’s what you’re good for. ”
“Noooo! AAAAHHHH!!~”
Elizabeth grinned and leaned in to lick one of her tears. Then, as Cecilia looked hopelessly into her eyes, the false nun could see the moment the woman realized that she was dealing with true evil on a level she had never considered. The real panic in her eyes made Elizabeth laugh again. “You were never strong,” she told Cecilia. “You were never truly powerful. You just had the ability to lie to yourself for a while, but you were always just a broken whore. And you begged me to use you… Just like you did with your uncle. You made me do this to you, Cecilia… it’s too late to pretend you didn’t want it.”
Cecilia shook her head and whimpered as her ass was practically being turned inside out. “NOOO!!... Aaah! AAaahh! AAAAAGH!!!”
Elizabeth kissed her…. And then bit her lips, slowly drawing back and stretching that lip until she tasted blood. Only then did she let go. “You’re worthless scum. Demonic. Driven by lust. A corrupting bitch. And for that, you have to make amends.” She chuckled. “And you will, Cecilia. One day of hell at a time, you will…”
“No… No…” She kept repeating, but she had already gone inwards, unable to deal with the unfolding terror of reality.
“AAAAAhhh!!!”
“Yes, yes… And after your ass is fucked bloody, we’ll salt it nicely so it doesn’t heal. And you know what happens after that, Cecilia?”
“P-Please… Stop… Aah…”
“I’ll have my boys sell your holes to some nice men just like “daddy.” I’m sure you and them will have so much fun. In between them, I’m sure Mercy will keep you company… and I’ll make sure she leaves the gag off. I want to hear you begging and crying as I sleep. It will comfort me to know you’re in agony, Cecilia. This is why I was put on this earth. This is why God chose me. Why I am one of the Elect.” Elizabeth smiled. “I am here to be worshiped by bad little girls like you.”
The words sank into her with finality like a dagger. Cecilia began to weep as if she fell back into the misery of her childhood, the firm walls of the shell she had built around herself over the decades collapsing and burning to ash.
There was nothing to protect her anymore. Even the screams and shrieks stopped. Like the filth she understood and accepted herself to be, she put her head down on the ground and groaned like an animal as her daughter eviscerated her ass.
Alice was still smiling brightly. She was clutching her mother by the sides and slamming into her like an animal, without the slightest bit of humanity. “Ahh, she’s so fucking tight! I can’t believe daddy missed out on this…”
Elizabeth smiled happily as she watched, knowing the daughter would soon follow in the footsteps of her mother.
Then she turned her eyes to the Heavens in gratitude. Do you like to look upon my work? I hope it pleases you, Lord. I will not let you down. I will see every single whore who crosses my path brought down and destroyed for our pleasure. I swear to it.
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