One week since the Convent Takeover.
There was almost a feeling of sadness that things were coming to an end.
Well… maybe not the end. Elizabeth was nowhere near done here. She was, however, certain that there was going to be no real struggle going forward. The convent was hers. In the future, she might need to deal with future crises to keep her newborn little cult safe, but for now the challenge was done. She should have been relieved… even grateful. After all, hadn’t she won? The only thing she could think of right now, however, was the future… the hope that once things truly took off they would be able to bring new blood to the convent. New targets to challenge her.
She did hate it when things were boring.
Elizabeth stood before the mirror in her chamber, getting ready to go meet her men. For the first time after months, she was not wearing the garments of a Reverend Mother but had switched back to her usual clothing. She had to admit it was a comfortable change.
Prudence knelt on the ground next to her, gazing up at her with the same stupid look as always. Elizabeth wanted to laugh. She had explained to the idiot that everything she had witnessed over the last few months was for show… that Elizabeth was no holy lady at all, but something closer to a demon or a witch. Not one of God’s elect chosen to bring joy to the world, but to bring utter destruction to his daughters.
Rather than becoming horrified at this revelation – though one could hardly call it that given that just about everyone else had figured it out by now – Prudence seemed entirely convinced that this was so kind of test… unsure only of what she should do. “But then… God must be on your side for you to have been able to accomplish so much!” she proclaimed.
Elizabeth had offered her a mocking smirk. “You truly think so?”
“Of course… When our Lord was born, there was no church either! Jesus had never been a monk or a priest, yet we consider him the most holy. Who’s to say you may not have been born to be the Jesus of our era?”
Elizabeth’s chuckle had been dark. “The Jesus of raping women till they cry and bleed?”
Prudence blushed, then shrugged with the same gleeful idiocy as always. “The world is mired in sin now. It makes sense that the unbelievers should be punished.”
Elizabeth knew what was going on, at least a little. Prudence was an idiot, but no one was that stupid. She saw it a lot, working confidence jobs… If Prudence accepted the truth, she had to face the fact she had been taken in. That she had been a fool. She couldn’t let herself accept that. The unbelievers should be punished, Elizabeth thought. Who better to start with, then, than Prudence?
Some of her men would be leaving tomorrow… heading out to take their first trip out to sell some of the women and… recruit… new initiates. Tonight was to be a celebration of what was to come. Some had gone to the city to pick up barrels of booze already. It was to be a night like one of the old nights… one in which even the dense Prudence would be forced to learn her lesson.
Prudence wouldn’t be alone, however. The two little redheads would be tagging along, certainly. Alice would be there too… After watching what the bitch had done to her mother, Elizabeth was intrigued to see what could be done to her.
When it was finally time to step out in the evening, Elizabeth emerged from her chamber looking more like a lady of the night from the capital than the Reverend Mother. “Go fetch the others,” she ordered Prudence. She had no reservation about letting the woman wander the convent… there still was nowhere to go.
Soon, they stepped out in a slow walk under the starlight to the nearby forest, leaving the walls of the convent to the circle of wagons with a fire blazing in the middle. Alice, Adeline, and Christine came along, the two redheads wary, the big girl quite mad but still familiar enough with the cruelties of men that not even her insane perspective from her father’s abuse could keep her from being aware that dark things were afoot.
“This is a good place to be, beneath the stars,” Elizabeth said as she walked alongside the chained women trudging along. “They are quite beautiful. I guide everything I do by them. Is that not right, Prudence?”
“Yes, Reverend Mother. I mean, my lady. Yes.”
Elizabeth chuckled. Then, as they approached the wagons, they could see her entire crew… forty-three men, drinking, laughing, and feasting. The men knew they were coming… and even though the girls grew increasingly nervous as they approached there was no chance they could get away.
The men had turned these wagons into a camp… unsurprising really. The convent would need conversion before there were places they would want to stay. In the meantime, there were tents, neatly arranged sleeping areas, and a firepit wrapped in stones. “Elizabeeeth!~” They cheered upon seeing it, hooting, yelling, raising their drinks in greeting. Half of them had glazed eyes and already looked smashed. “Three cheers for Elizabeth!”
“Greetings, gentlemen,” said Elizabeth, looking over the assembled group. This was everyone. Every clever… and moronic… man in her little band. “I’m glad to see you all again.” She even meant it. Half of them might be idiots, but they were, like… her puppies. “I brought you boys a few presents…”
Only Elizabeth and Alice retained their clothing. The other three naked women seemed to shrink beneath the number of male eyes ogling them. As she glanced at them, Elizabeth could even see the two redheads linking fingers… they had already been given to the smaller part of this crew once. Their terror appeared to overwhelm even their hatred for each other… for now. Elizabeth smirked… she was sure she could do something about that.
Along with her men were a few others. Elizabeth told her Richard and the other, most trustworthy men to begin carefully putting out the news in the right places that she would be selling some prized meat tonight to men of valor who were interested, and she was pleased to see some interesting guests arrive for her little auction. All of the guests were well-off men, or relatively well-off, but the type of well-off that came with the stench of blood money or worse. These were men who made their coin out of piracy, slavery, smuggling, mercenary work, and god knows what else. Not the type who could exactly go to the authorities.
“Gentlemen,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “I’m pleased to see you all. I know you’ve been waiting for a while in some cases, so let’s cut straight to the chase, shall we? Adeline, Christine, step forward! As you men can see, these two beauties are rather striking. I’m sure you’d enjoy breaking them in.”
The two young redheads trembled at her words as their innocent eyes scanned the foul gang of men seated before them, each one uglier and dirtier than the last. “L-Lady Elizabeth,” they began in unison. “We can’t…”
As they spoke, Alice attempted to distance herself from the campfire and step out of sight. Thankfully, Elizabeth’s men saw her and a quick fight ensued. She was strong enough that she had successfully fought off one, but then others grabbed her and dragged her back. “Elizabeth, tell them to get their fucking hands off of me! I’ll kill them and I’ll kill you!”
Elizabeth ignored her and smiled at the men. “She’ll be on offer later. So, any takers for my redheaded friends here?”
A few offers went around, but the first purchase of Adeline and Christine ended up going to a man who went by the name Swark. He was small of stature, fat, balding, with deeply tan skin and a tattered red coat. But he had a heavy ring on every finger and a dazzling smile that was almost entirely of gold.
“Lovely,” he said, as he approached Adeline and Christine. “Quite lovely.”
“Let us say an hour to use them to your heart’s content, eh? After that, another one of you lovely gentlemen can follow up!”
That was how Elizabeth hoped it would go for the whole night. First, she would sell their bodies to the highest bidder, then go down the rungs till the girls would be finally passed off to her men towards the morning who she expected would do with them as they wished. Then these two would be off to become whores in whatever city her men travelled to first.
“Now, gentlemen, I have quite a treat for you,” Elizabeth said, taking Prudence by the wrist. “This is perhaps my favorite girl from our lovely convent,” she said, lying through her teeth. “She’s a beauty of noble blood with a perfect breeding figure and just about nothing in her head. I wouldn’t be joking if I said this fat cow is about the dumbest bitch I’ve crossed paths with in my entire life, to the point that I’d warn you in advance to consider that she may be significantly dumber than your dog or horse.” That caused a series of laughter among the men as they sat in the light of the campfire, but it also raised their interest. As for Prudence, she seemed unhurt by the words and went on smiling like an idiot. It was clear she was used to being talked down to… in all these months, Elizabeth had never found a point where she didn’t consider it her fault if she was insulted.
“She can’t possibly be dumber than one of my chickens, can she?” asked one of the men.
“She very well may be,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “So… who has offers?”
The bidding went quickly… one man quickly unbid all the rest. He paid more than she was worth, in Elizabeth’s estimation… but then, the dark-haired woman had never thought much of Prudence. The man walked up with a broad smile on his face, a rather good-looking middle-aged fellow – at least, as good-looking as any man was in Elizabeth’s estimation.
Right behind him, however, was pushed by a much older man in a wheelchair. The withered figure in it appeared to be man’s grandfather, or from the look of him his grandfather’s grandfather… he had almost milky white eyes, no teeth, hair coming out of his nostrils and drool slipping from his mouth. To say he looked like one of the walking dead would be an understatement, but despite his blind eye, the other seemed alert and aware enough.
“This is my father…” the man said with a gentle smile. “I want her to be a gift to him. I hope that’s not a problem.”
Elizabeth was disappointed at first. What could a man like that even do to a stupid cow like Prudence? She’d barely feel a thing! The moment she actually turned her eyes to look at the nun, however, Prudence was white as a sheet and looked close to fainting. She leaned in and whispered, “Please, my lady, not that man…”
Slowly, Elizabeth smiled. “And why not?”
Prudence swallowed. “He is… he is too old… Too old… I cannot even look at him!”
Elizabeth scanned her perfect, plump body in the firelight and became apprehensive. Yes, she did seem to be disgusted by such a man… It never occurred to Elizabeth before, but Prudence did seem drawn to her given her youth as well. She seemed like the type that did not like to think about death at all or even consider it. However, this went beyond that… she wasn’t just disgusted. She was terrified. Beyond the natural disgust that came from seeing such a doddering old figure, seeing this man must’ve hit something much deeper and existential inside of her.
Elizabeth crossed her arms and glared at Prudence. The other woman seemed to shrink beneath her gaze, not because she was afraid—Prudence seemed as oblivious to the danger Elizabeth represented as ever—but because she was ashamed. Elizabeth grabbed the nun's chin and forced her to look up. "Prudence," Elizabeth said firmly, her voice cutting through the night like a blade. "Look at me."
Prudence's eyes met hers, wide and filled with discomfort. She swallowed hard, her throat working as if she were trying to force the words out. "I… I recognize him," Prudence admitted at last, her voice barely above a whisper. "He… he is a friend of my father's."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed as she took in the information. She glanced at the man and his father, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames. The older man in the wheelchair, while ancient, was well taken care of, and had the chair… his family had to be rich. These were almost certainly noblemen. "A friend of your father's," Elizabeth repeated, her tone laced with curiosity. "And how do you know him?"
Prudence's face flushed with embarrassment. "He… he used to visit our estate when I was a child."
Elizabeth leaned in closer to Prudence, her voice a low, commanding whisper that cut through the din of the campfire. "Prudence," she began, her tone both stern and mocking, "you seem to have forgotten your duties. Ministering to the faithful is not just a task for the young and beautiful. It is a sacred obligation, one that God Himself would not want you to shirk just because it makes you uncomfortable."
Prudence's eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but there was none. She was trapped, both physically and emotionally, by the woman who had once been her Reverend Mother. "But… but he will tell my father," she stammered, her voice trembling. "Father forbade me from spending time with family friends. He said I would ruin our reputation."
Elizabeth's grip on Prudence's chin tightened, forcing the nun to meet her gaze. "You misunderstand, Prudence. This is not about your comfort, or your father's. This is about your faith. God does not care if you are uncomfortable. He cares if you serve His will. And right now, His will is for you to tend to this man, no matter how old or infirm he may be."
"But my family will hear, and-" Prudence began before Elizabeth cut her off.
"They will not," the bandit queen said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "These two aren't going to say anything... and you and I will share our little secret, won't we Prudence?"
Prudence's eyes actually gathered a few tears before she blinked them away. "Yes, Reverend Mother"
Elizabeth turned to the man who had purchased time with Prudence. "I’m sure your father will be very pleased with his gift, I'm sure," she said, her tone smooth and inviting. "Enjoy your evening, gentlemen. She may need a little bit of… encouragement. Perhaps you can help your father out by guiding the two along?”
The man offered a half-smile. “Of course.”
He grabbed Prudence by the arm and the bovine nun shot a glance at Elizabeth in a final attempt to appeal to her. Elizabeth shook her off with disgust and an indignant look. “Do as you’re told, Prudence,” she warned. “Don’t bring shame to our Convent.”
Then it finally came Alice’s turn, and she was dragged on her knees over the dirty ground and then held down before the men, gagged so she would finally shut up. Her eyes were crazed. Sweat dripped down her face. This one is truly mad, isn’t she? Elizabeth wondered.
There was not much she needed to sell the bidders on. From their looks alone Elizabeth could tell that each one was eager to see if they could break in such a big bitch and put her in her place. It was that that led her to her next idea.
“Perhaps, gentlemen… Perhaps we could make this into a game, hey? Say that instead of bidding individually, you put your money into a pot. Then, you’ll vote among yourselves on which one broke this whore in the best. I believe the only man that’s ever touched her is her father, so you can all work as a team throughout the night as you wait for the other girls to become available to give this one the best time she’s ever had.”
As Elizabeth spoke, Alice growled through her gag and shook her head wildly, constantly trying to free herself. Yes, they’ll need to work together on you, thought Elizabeth.
The men seemed eager to go with the idea. Rather than any one of them individually putting up the whole sum, they each pitched in to make a much heftier pot than what was originally on offer for the highest bid and then crowded around her like workers about to start on a building.
Happy with how things went, Elizabeth sat down to count the money and begin her least favorite part of it all… keeping track of the money. Still, she didn’t trust most of her men with it, so she needed to do it herself. As she wrote it all down and counted the coin, she could hear the men tearing the clothes off the other nuns, hear Alice screaming and threatening them. “Let go of me! I’ll fucking kill you! Bloody maggots!...”
Not only the clients who had bid on Alice were getting feisty with her, but so were her fellow gang members. Alice’s hands had been bound together and then tied up to a sturdy tree branch above, but that was the only part of her bound. As each man approached her, she kicked, cursed, spat, and even tried to bite them, but a few slaps across the face and the use of force usually got her to accept her fate. No matter how big and strong she may have looked to another woman, her limbs were still incomparably weaker than those of a man.
Alice grunted as her pussy and ass got fucked, as her breasts got squeezed and abused by the men. Once she dispensed with the curses, she growled at them almost like an animal and then began to bark at them. “Look at her!” one of the men yelled. “She’s lost her wits.” “What a loon this one is!” “You damned bitch, are you a dog? I can treat you like one.” “She loves it up the ass, I think.” “Give her a good whack across the head, that’ll get her to relax!”
It was hard to say what exactly was going through her mind, but Elizabeth could tell Alice was far from enjoying it. However, she was offering such a show to the men that this smelled like great business. People might come from far away to see a whore like this, she thought. It would work out well. She’d just leave Alice here for a couple of nights, then drag her back to the convent and unleash her upon her mother for a day or two to see just what insanity she could get up to. It would be entertaining to see just how mad she could drive the girl. Over to the side, Adeline and Christine’s fate was so far much more intimate. Both girls were licking their way across the man’s unwashed cock together, glaring at one another in hatred.
Elizabeth sighed, turning her gaze away from the two redheads. Their cries were arousing… what they were suffering was not. Elizabeth wanted to whore her girls out, but that didn’t mean the lesbian wanted to watch it. She focused on her numbers until he finally finished counting the coin, then Elizabeth secured it in a chest and went to check and see what was going on with Prudence.
She found her by the river, kneeling before the old man while the middle-aged son smoked calmly. Even before Elizabeth got much closer, she could hear Prudence sob. It was a low, wailing sob, followed by the occasional gag and throat clear.
Elizabeth approached with a smile and put her hands together. “And how are we doing?”
“Lovely,” said the middle-aged man grimly. “She didn’t need much pushing.”
Elizabeth crouched by her side and pulled the hair out of her eyes to look at her. Tears were welling in them now, and countless tears must have streamed down her cheek in the last few minutes alone because her face glistened as if it was wet. Her lips were trembling monstrously, though somehow she could sense it was out of disgust more than fear. “Is that right, Prudence? Are you being a good girl?”
Prudence struggled to hold the dick of the withered old husk of a man before her. Contrary to what Elizabeth expected, the old age did not have much of an effect on its strength. The cock looked like it was made of hardened old leather and smelled foul even from a distance. But it was surprisingly large in size and throbbed intently, the head glistening with ancient precum.
Good girl that she was, Prudence held her tongue out and gave it a lick before she spoke in defeat. “I… I’m doing my best to minister to him, Reverend Mother. The way he instructs.”
“Shhh,” said Elizabeth with a smile. “You’re letting Grandpa here get cold.”
With a sadistic surge of utter hatred fueling her, Elizabeth put her hand on the back of Prudence’s head and forced her all the way down on the old man’s dick, making her gobble the whole thing up. “I just want you to think of this poor man as if he were your grandfather, Prudence. Tell me, you were a good girl, weren’t you? You loved your grandfather?”
Even as she choked on the dick, Prudence blinked moonlit tears from her eyes and bobbed her head. Yes.
“And yet you still ran away from home to join the Convent. You weren’t welcome there. I remember that. Was it because they were mean to you, Prudence? Did they call you stupid? Touched in the head? A moron?”
Prudence shuddered violently at the words and her nostrils flared wildly as she struggled for air. “They were very mean, Prudence. After all, you’re not stupid… you’re just… special. Dedicated. Very important to God’s plan.”
Prudence’s eyes were wide as the air in her lungs began to run out. She attempted to push back, but Elizabeth was too strong and held her down forcefully. “No,” she said. “Your service to God is more important than anything, Prudence… and this is how you worship from now on. Those rods between a man’s legs? Those are your idols… and you will worship until your God tells you otherwise. You will not pay attention to the mortal needs of your flesh… Nobody cares if you can breathe or not. That’s such a selfish thing to prioritize, Prudence. I’ve always had so much faith in you. I can’t believe you’d let me down now…”
Please, her widened, tearful eyes seemed to say. They begged for just a single breath. Elizabeth, however, did not relent. “What’s more important, Prudence… what God wants from you? Or your life?”
Prudence trembled all over and blinked hot tears… but when Elizabeth withdrew her hand, she was pleased to see the stupid cow did not attempt to move. “That’s right, my dear, very good! Some people might think you’re as dumb as an animal, but you and I? We know better, don’t we? You’re a true child of God… and you will service him. So suck. Suck even if it costs you your life. God would be so proud of you… I know I am.”
As Prudence continued her miserable, choking blowjob in devout worship, Elizabeth walked over to stand by the man's son. She observed him closely, noting the expensive fabric of his coat and the intricate embroidery on his cuffs. She began her probing, her questions innocent on the surface but laden with intent. The man, more than happy to make small talk with her, confirmed the trivial details. The town he was from. His family name.
She complimented him on what a good job he did taking care of his father. Men so seldom had good friends in their advanced years. Oh, he did have friends. Who? At his house, you say? Where was that? Elizabeth smiled appreciatively, memorizing the information.
Satisfied, the conwoman Elizabeth bid him farewell with a graceful nod and a warm smile. She looked around until she found Richard sprawled on the grass, a mug in his hand. She waved him over to her, eager to find privacy in the middle of this mess. "Richard," she began, her voice low and controlled, "I have selected your first destination... the city of Cloverlen. Take Prudence with you."
"Eh?" the crooked-toothed man said with a twitch of his eye. "Why Cloverlen? It's not close."
"Because," Elizabeth said with a smile. "I just found out that our dear, darling cow of a nun Prudence is the daughter of a rich nobleman in the city."
"Ah hah!" Richard smiled, his eyes widened with intrigue. "Do you want us to use her to get into the house? Rob them?"
Elizabeth shook her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "No... I have a premonition that the poor family is about to have a series of tragic accidents. Alas, the only person left to inherit is their devout daughter." The dark-haired woman clicked her tongue. "See to it that Prudence inherits. After that, donate the whole estate to the maintenance of the Convent."
Richard laughed, amused by the idea. "Clever, Elizabeth. Very clever."
Elizabeth's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Let's make sure God's work is done, Richard. Let's make sure it's done well."
Three Weeks Since the Convent Takeover
Out of all the women she had ever come across, none had ever gotten under Elizabeth’s skin quite as well as Ester. The bitch had been a pain in her ass from the beginning. Though she had been much too slavish to openly challenge what she saw as an authority figure, Ester had nevertheless made the best of every moment where she could see an opening to challenge Elizabeth directly.
And the bitch thought she was going to get away with it, Elizabeth thought with a smirk. That was silly of her.
As she sat at the edge of her bed looking out at the day’s sunset, Elizabeth could feel butterflies in her stomach. Her excitement for what was to come was so great that she had almost reverted back into a young girl about to experience her first love. In many ways, what she had learned throughout these last few months was that there was nothing better or grander than delivering justice.
But tonight they would not be delivering God’s justice.
Oh no, dear Ester. I’ve got something much better for you.
Elizabeth sipped her wine and waited till the sunset, at which point Alana and Prudence both came to get her. Prudence appeared to be as cheery as always, but beneath that bubbly attitude, Elizabeth could sense at least a hint of some turmoil. There was no way she could have been fucked the way she was and not be sent spiraling mentally… even a bitch as dumb as her couldn’t entirely convince herself that this method of “prayer” was good for her. Even though her body was covered in bruises, Elizabeth still kept the filthy cow naked to admire her obscene curves and huge udders.
“We are ready for you, Mistress Elizabeth,” said Prudence with a respectful bow. She, at least, was adapting to the new title… in some ways, her stupidity was an asset.
“Alana. You’ve prepared Ester for what’s to come?”
Alana nodded grimly, showing no signs of empathy or concern for her former sister. Not even now when her punishment would be so severe. Instead, the smile stayed on her face, and once again Elizabeth reveled in this new creature she had created out of the shy nun she had once been. “She’s ready, awaiting you near the consecrated grounds.”
“Wonderful. Let us go then. This will be a long and joyful night.”
Alana and Prudence both led the way with their lit candles, like maidens of some ancient cult, while Elizabeth followed in their wake in all her glory. Given the occasion, she joined them in their nudity, though she put on all the jewelry she owned and which she could get her hands on, which included a gem-encrusted holy book she held between her fingers.
As they came down to the main entrance of the convent, they found the other nuns waiting in similar fashion, all protectively shielding their candles, all naked, all gesturing their submission towards Elizabeth. She wanted to believe she had truly made all of them hers to the point they wouldn’t dare to run… but the group of her bandits behind them as an escort ensured it.
Elizabeth looked up and down their line appraisingly, pausing over a few of them just long enough to make them worry that she was going to find some fault with them and punish them for it. As one, they were terrified of Elizabeth at this point… as they should be. “Let us go, Sisters,” said Elizabeth at last, smirking as she passed them by to lead the way out into the night.
As they followed, the nuns began to chant a prayer, just the way Elizabeth had instructed them. It was a holy prayer, one that had no doubt warmed their hearts during times of trouble before. Those sacred words seemed polluted and unholy now given their state of undress, their corrupted hearts, and their willingness to submit to Elizabeth’s evil intentions. As the stars shone above, Elizabeth glanced at them with a warm smile. Are you proud of me Lord? Are you not pleased by the work I do?
The trek through the forested grounds down the mountain took a few minutes, but they soon emerged from the darkened woods and came upon a plateau right at the top of a cliff. Elizabeth couldn't see the black waters of the mountain lake far below, but she could hear the water as the waves lapped against rocks from a distance. An ocean would have been an even more appropriate venue, but considering that the nearest ocean was a hundred miles from here it couldn’t be helped… at least Elizabeth could smell the fresh water on the breeze.
There, spread out among the tall grasses, she spotted different things. A great stone monolith, perhaps ancient, long since knocked over and overgrown in parts by moss caught the eye first. The way it had fallen made it appear like a huge stone-hewn table made for giants, but its craggy surface was now covered by a host of demonic-looking red candles. A few feet away, a stake had been driven into the ground, and Ester had been leashed to it: gagged, blindfolded, even deafened with some wax placed in her ears. The length of the rope forced her down to her knees, her tense body tightly bound by several ropes, a sheen of sweat catching the firelight.
Lovely.
The stone table was surrounded by every member of her gang that she wasn’t walking with. The men stood like spectators for a play that was about to unfold, some standing, others seated, but all of them wore robes dyed black and masks. Near the front Elizabeth spotted a man in a boar mask who by his huge hairy gut and the massive cock sticking out from the open robe she knew that had to be Ned… it appeared that idiot had managed to dodge the hangman’s noose after all. All around him, others with similar animal masks filled the gathering. With a nod, a man - Richard - yanked on a pair of strings and pulled the wax from Ester’s ears… she needed the bitch to hear this.
Elizabeth stepped confidently in the middle of the circle, passing through the crowd of men without a whisper of concern. She was, after all, a born performer… and this was her stage. “Thank you all for waiting to come,” she said as the other nuns filtered in around her, circling the stone. “On this blessed and holy day, I hope to give a soul back to the One we all love so dearly. Lest I risk any of you collapsing from bated breath, let us carry on, shall we?”
Elizabeth went to the monolith and leaned against it. “Let us begin, Sisters.”
The loyal soldier that she was, Alana went and grabbed Ester by the scruff of the neck as if she were disciplining a cat, cutting the leash before she forced the exhausted and weak nun right before Elizabeth despite Ester being a larger woman. Smiling, Elizabeth reached down to pet the middle-aged blonde on the head and admired her strong tanned body one more time. “What a shame that you chose this for yourself, Ester.” Elizabeth sighed. “Just imagine. You could have worshipped my body every single day like you were meant to. At the very least, you could have used the holes and tits god gave you to bring pleasure to men for my profit, and maybe turn out to be the mother to some strong boys of beautiful girls.” She clicked her tongue. “Instead, you pridefully chose to assume your soul had some kind of special worth. How unfortunate.”
She looked at her second. “Alana, get her ready.”
There were murmurs from the spectators as Alana took off her blindfold and her gag, leaving only the ropes that held her bound. Ester, able to look around for the first time, took in the overwhelmingly creepy sight all at once and was obviously frightened by its strangeness. Her first instinct led her to stand, but her body had become so numb from the ropes that she faltered and fell flat on her face.
“This type of resistance is a pathetic display, my dear Ester,” Elizabeth laughed. “Get her on the stone.”
“No!” Ester shouted, her energy suddenly returning. “Get away from me! You vile demon! You wretched whore. Get away! All of you are damned! Every single one of you participating in this will be going straight to Hell.”
Elizabeth laughed. “On the contrary, darling… it’s you who will be visiting Hell tonight.”
Alana attempted to wrestle Ester by herself, but now that her adrenaline was up her weakness was no longer holding her back as much. With a gesture, Elizabeth sent a few other of the nuns - novitiates, all of them - to assist, each one doing their part to absorb and consume the struggles of the older blonde.
“Why do you even struggle so?” Elizabeth asked out loud, her tone earnest. “Surely you must have realized the truth by now. Have you never wondered, Ester? Never wondered how its possible that God has allowed all these things to happen if he is so against them?”
Ester screamed in rage. “You fucking whore! Don’t you dare speak of God! I knew you were sent here by the Devil from the start! You’re a monster, a succubus! A foul monster!”
“And yet,” Elizabeth said, seemingly ceding the point to the other nun, “Despite your righteousness, your attempts to stand in my way did nothing. I prevailed utterly. What does that say?”
“It says that when God will come for your soul you will be sent to the lowest layer of Hell. All of you will! You stupid brats! Trusting this brazen cunt! What are you doing? What is wrong with you?”
Ester was ferocious and desperate… but she was only a well-beaten, well-raped woman. Soon, the combined efforts of the group of nuns became too much for Ester alone to bear. Her struggles weakened, and Alana was able to successfully wrestle her former spiritual leader up onto the fallen monolith. One limb at a time, she untied the other woman and repositioned her until she was on her hands and knees on top of the stone, forced to pose with her ass in the air to the spectators like a bitch in heat.
Elizabeth admired the sights and traced her fingers along Ester’s toned back. “You know what you are too blind to see, Sister? That you are making the wrong assumption. God is not displeased by what happens here. The end times have already come Sister… the world belongs to Satan now. There is no hope for you.”
“Heresy…” Ester whispered, her knees painfully scraping against the scraggy stone surface.
“Not at all. You just never noticed. Did you not wonder why all your good fortune has vanished, and your life has been filled with torment? God has condemned you to Hell, Sister Ester… your soul is going to fill the bowels of hell for all eternity along with the other souls of the damned, for demons to torment for their pleasure for all eternity.”
“You lie! You’ll rot i-”
Elizabeth laughed. “Bring the Lord’s representative here, Alana.”
From the wild, frantic movements of Ester’s eyes, as she looked around the candle-lit night surrounding her, her expression filled with rage more than fear, it was clear she had no idea what was coming. Nor could Elizabeth blame her… who could have this coming? What she had in mind for Ester went beyond what she had done to most of the others. For most of them, Elizabeth cared for stealing their bodies and their minds… breaking them and fashioning them into sexual toys for the bandit queen’s pleasure and profit. Not Ester, though.
It was her soul that Elizabeth wanted.
Mutters began building in the masked observers, and then Elizabeth heard the sound of hooves on stone. A few seconds later Alana emerged from the crowd with a rope in one hand, and Elizabeth watched with a grin as the animal attached to the other side emerged from candlelit mass. It was a large beast with black fur, and long, almost majestic black horns curling up above its head. The only color on its face came from the grey-white shaggy fur that hung from its snout almost like a mockery of God’s sagacious beard. Its eyes, large, black voids, reflected the candlelight as the enormous goat trod forward, and the smile on Elizabeth’s face stretched wide.
Perfect.
Ester stared, seemingly having no idea what purpose a goat could be here for. She stared at it like it was some cosmic joke like it had ended up here by chance… her eyes empty of any sense of what was coming.
Elizabeth snapped her fingers, and six novitiate nuns passed their candles to one of their fellows and stepped forward. Christine and Adeline were among them… these six were the most broken of the novices. The ones it had taken the least effort to convince that the elder Sisters like Ester deserved much of the blame for what had happened to them. Christine held out a hand, and Elizabeth passed her a small pen knife as the six crowded around the squirming, bound nun.
Ester cried out as the knife creased the skin on her back, opening a long, shallow wound. Then, as Elizbeth took back the knife, the six novices began fulfilling the instructions that she had so carefully laid out for them over the last few days. One by one, they dripped their fingers into the well of dripping blood and used them like brushes to begin painting Ester’s body.
Elizabeth had no idea what actual demonology looked like, of course… but then, she suspected Ester didn’t either. The strange, warped letters she had the nuns write across her back, her thighs, her dangling breasts and her flushed cheeks certainly looked satanic enough to her eyes, and the pentagrams and inverted cross required no explanation at all.
Ester certainly got the message… she started thrashing around in naked horror. “Stop this!” she screamed in outrage. “You can’t do this, you c-”
It was not Elizabeth who silenced her… it was Alana. The former novice’s hand shot out and delivered a lightning strike of a slap across her face that echoed in the clearing. “Silence, you old bitch!” Alana growled. “Say another word, and I’ll shove that knife up your ass instead.”
The utter viciousness of her tone, combined with their source, seemed to take Ester aback. Even after what she had seen from Alana before, she still seemed to have trouble understanding how the formerly shy novice could have become this thing in front of her. Either way, she stilled and quieted enough for the other novices to finish their work.
Ester’s lovely body was almost completely covered in nonsense script and symbols by the time the novices surrounding her finished. It made the blonde look suitably savage and demonic. Elizabeth thought that she would fit in perfectly well with the barbarian tribes from old Roman tales. Ester’s eyes looked at her own body with obvious dismay, but despite how much she hated her new, heretical look it was clear that she still had no idea what she was being prepared for. Elizabeth smirked. Smart… but not smart enough. Or perhaps, even at this late date, she was still too innocent even to comprehend anyone coming up with what Elizabeth intended.
The dark-haired bandit queen raised her hand, and Alana passed her the goat’s leash. She led the animals forward… and the sturdy, strong creature had no difficulty at all climbing atop the fallen monolith. “Come, come… Fear not, this will be like a treat for you, or so I hope.”
“Just kill me if that’s what you wish to do, you devil-worshiping succubus!” Ester spat in disgust. “End my life now. I will gladly join the martyrs of the faith. You cannot scare me in any way!”
Elizabeth chuckled. “Oh, nobody’s intending to scare you, my dear… Only to bring you down to where you belong.”
The goat slowly lowered its face, investigating what was before him. The moment Ester felt the air of its snout as the black beast sniffed at her pussy, the veteran nun tensed up and looked back over her shoulder. “Wait! What are you-”
“Hold her,” Elizabeth commanded.
“Hold me for wh--”
The novitiate nuns-turned-sex-slaves grabbed Ester by the arms and legs, each one helping to hold her in place even beyond what the ropes were capable of. Alana lowered her head by force, bringing her cheek against the cold stone. “Sit still,” she said mercilessly.
Elizabeth grinned as the goat’s tongue shot out, swiping it across the restrained woman’s pussy lips, and the moment the goat touched her Ester began to scream. It wasn’t pain that drove her to make the ghastly screeches that left her open-mouthed… Elizabeth knew perfectly well from growing up on her farm that a goat’s tongue was as soft and delicate as a woman’s. No, it was disgust that brought her reaction… disgust at the knowledge that it was an animal defiling her most intimate parts. “No, no, no! Stop! Stop it! You can’t! You have to stop!” she begged, her voice rising into an outright shriek. “Please get it away from me! Get it away!!!”
The nun thrashed from side to side… but with each word she spoke Elizabeth could practically see the strength leeching away from the woman… both in her voice and in her body. It was surely at least partially the effect of her exhaustion - panic could only give strength for so long - but Elizabeth suspected there was more to it than that. Elizabeth had long been sure that the self-righteous bitch truly did perceive herself as holier than others. She saw herself as one of the bravest of God’s warriors against sin. From that perspective, it wasn’t surprising that no amount of hurting her or raping her could truly break her. Elizabeth needed to hit at that core of pride and self-importance that sustained her, stab a knife into the deep parts of her psyche. This degradation harmed her in ways nothing else could.
It was adorable. She didn’t want to see herself as scum, no better than any other animal on this Earth. God or no God, she couldn’t accept it. Elizabeth smirked. “Pride is your sin, isn’t it, Ester? A slithering little pride that dwells in that tiny black heart of yours like a hot snake… You truly belong in hell.”
“No! Get it off of me!” Ester cried out.
“You need to calm down, Sister,” Elizabeth said, a hint of teasing in her stone-hard tone. “You’re so dry there’s no other way that it can fuck you. It has to use its drool to get you ready.”
As the words sank in with all their meaning, Ester went momentarily still… shocked. Then she started screaming again. “AAGGH! AAAAAH!!! Stop it! Stop it! Please… Please, stop, I’ll do what you want me to do… Stop this…”
Elizabeth let a tiny smile cross her stern lips. “Do what I want you to do? And what would that be?”
“Aahhhh!! Phl… Phleashe…” Tears were coming to her eyes now, her whole body shuddering as if it would rather turn to ash and perish than allow the soft tongue of the goat to pass along her sensitive lisp one more time.
Elizabeth could feel her own pussy burning intensely, despite herself. She didn’t have the slightest hint of arousal at what was happening to Ester, no… but her desperation? Her absolute spiritual destruction? That got the cruel woman soaked. This wasn’t just any animal, after all… it was the animal these Christian tarts associated most closely with the beast below. Goats were of the devil… and that meant that it was now the Devil’s filthy tongue that was now lapping at Ester’s holy cunt.
Out of curiosity, Elizabeth inserted a finger deeper inside the abused nun to see what was going on. Her eyes lit up… To her surprise, there was wetness there. “Despite all the protests, your cunt is wet, Sister. I wonder… Perhaps you were the devil’s whore all along?” Elizabeth said, her words drawing ominous laughter from the crowd. “I wonder… what do you think God would think of the fact that your body wants this? Do you think he would still count you among the faithful when your body longs for the affection only Lucifer can bring you?”
“No! No!”
Elizabeth laughed. “I don’t think so either,” she said, willfully misunderstand the woman’s desperation. “But I think we’re going to make sure.” She wailed, and the cruel woman who had stolen her convent reveled in Ester’s fall.
This defeat was sublime… And they were only getting started.
Elizabeth gestured to the novitiates, and they flinched… but Adeline and one of the others still climbed up on the stone monolith. Adeline and her former sister began to lick at the slowly hardening tool between the goat’s hind legs, encouraging it until the goat climbed on top of the fallen nun. After that, all that was left to do was for the two novice nuns to take the goat in their hands, line him up properly…
And let nature take its course.
Ester wailed as the goat pushed forward, but the black-furred animal was large, and it wasn’t as easy as that. Despite the species gap between the two of them, the goat seemed strangely eager to go through with the evil act. The intense way it sought to get its dick through Ester’s spit-soaked lips made Elizabeth wonder for a moment if it could truly be possible…
Those black eyes. Is it truly only an animal behind those? Or was the devil actually riding along for this blasphemy? She glanced behind to see if the spectators were still there, and they were, all of them watching in perfect silence without so much as a laugh. Somehow, Elizabeth could detect the intense arousal that came from them in great waves, like a tide that was about to break upon the poor nun.
Soon, she thought. Very soon.
Elizabeth wanted to look into Ester’s eyes as the goat entered her. The woman’s gaze was filled her panic, her pupils as wide as saucers. “This could have all been avoided,” the false-nun whispered to the genuine article. “But you had to be a bitch.”
“P-Phles…” Ester stammered. “I can… I will do… What you want… Ple-!!”
Then the goat finally found the right angle, and Elizabeth watched the reaction of Ester’s face as discomfort and fear gave way to shock gave way to raw panic and disgust, and then the pain of the penetration hit. Ester’s mouth opened wide, but she barely made a sound as tears ran from her eyes… the only thing that came from her lips was spittle and an almost animal growl of rage and pain as the goat inside her bleated full of arousal beneath the cold moon.
“Baaa!” Elizabeth chanted mockingly. “Baa!”
The two humiliated novices who had needed to guide the animal’s cock into place were the first to join in the chant. Then the other novices surrounding her echoed in, and soon after that the other nuns and the spectators gathered their voices and added their mockery to the chorus. While the goat fucked Ester and deflowered her cunt with its filthy demon dick, a cacophony of ill-wishing animal noises washed over the poor blonde and destroyed whatever hope she may still have clung to.
“No…” she said, gritting her teeth, her nails scraping the stone. “You can’t win… I’m… I believe… God, help me! Strike them down now!” she called out, in a voice so clear that it may have been impressive under any other circumstances.
It almost gave pause to some. Prudence at least gazed above in her innocent bovine stupidity as if God himself were to truly intervene. Elizabeth, on the other hand, smirked and mockingly caressed Ester’s face. “He doesn’t hear you, Sister. But I know who could put an end to this. I think we both know who that is, Sister Ester. There is only one Master could call upon to make this stop… The one, that’s already inside you.”
The blonde shut her eyes and shook her head, mumbling a prayer. “No…” she repeated between every verse. “No, no, no…”
Elizabeth’s long and delicate fingers continue to touch her in a way that was almost delicate while the goat fucked her and the others went on with their ceaseless baas. “You can make it end right now,” whispered Elizabeth. “Don’t be stupid! Just give yourself to the devil. Say the right words. Can’t you see I was never the one controlling these lunatics, Ester? This is so much bigger than me.” She shook her head. “I only ever wanted to help you, Sister… why did you have to be such a righteous bitch. Where is God to help you now?”
Ester wailed, and Elizabeth continued. “He isn’t going to help you… but I want to, Sister. Is it so much to ask for you to acknowledge who owns you when it’s plain as day already?” She shook her head. “Just say it, Sister Ester. Say it…”
Normally, there was no chance Ester would even have been so foolish as to fall for such honeyed words. After all, she had never trusted Elizabeth from the start, and since then how many acts of evil had she witnessed Elizabeth inflict upon her and the rest of the Convent? Too many for her to remember all of them, certainly. In anyone’s rational estimation, Elizabeth was consummately evil and manipulative enough to have brought down a convent all by herself. That deceptively beautiful face hid a true demon.
But exhausted beyond measure, raped and abused and forsaken and now caught in the middle of this blasphemous degradation that tore at the nun’s very soul, Elizabeth’s lies were the only bit of humanity reaching Ester’s tormented mind at all.
“Let me help you,” Elizabeth repeated. “Renounce your false God. Tell us all that you renounce him. Embrace the Devil, and ask for his mercy.”
Ester continued to pray as if she hadn’t heard the words. But when the prayers brought no results, while the goat continued its assault and its bleating, the last bit of her self-control cracked. “Aa…”
It was stunning to see just how prideful Ester actually was. After all, Elizabeth had never seen a whole lowly enough that she could have accepted being fucked by a goat for pay… Ester might not know the details, but she understood that fact on a primal level. She could have been stronger, and held on… but the nun simply could not accept her body being anything but sacred. Could not accept herself not being special and exceptional.
“I… I…”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened gleefully, a hungry grin possessing her face. Every tear that fell from the blonde’s eyes fed her. “Yes…” she whispered. “Say it already. This can be over. Go on and say it!”
Slowly, Ester’s tear-stained eyes opened. Her trembling lips parted too, and a new flood of tears ran down her cheeks. “I renounce… God… AAAAH!”
Elizabeth bit her lip to suppress the laughter that was building up. “What else? Whose mercy do you seek?”
The insanity of what she was going through destroyed Ester’s last mental holdout. “I subject myself to Satan’s will and ask for his mercy. Aaah! Please… Mercy…”
As the words, at last, came out, Elizabeth laughed joyfully at her work, a burst of laughter so melodious and overbearing that it soon cut through the baaing of the nuns and the spectators and even caught the attention of the heated goat. “At last! Of, how long you resisted me. But now you have nothing left, do you, Ester? You know what you said, do you not? Your soul is forfeit from this day on. You belong to the Devil now.”
Ester blinked and shook her head, wiping her tears against the hard rock. “Aaa! Get it off of me!” she screamed. “You said…”
“I know what I said… so beg for him to finish. Beg!”
Crying, Ester wept and choked on her words as she forced them out. "Please, Satan... Stop! I can't take it anymore! Please, Devil, have mercy on your daughter! Be finished with me!" she wailed, her voice breaking with each word. Her body trembled as the goat continued its relentless thrusts, each movement driving her deeper into despair.
Elizabeth, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, gestured to several of the novice nuns. No further instruction was necessary... they might have winced, and their faces might have twisted with a mix of fear and disgust, but they still crowded around behind the goal and began to lick and stroke at its scrotum as it swung back and forth, their tongues and fingers working in unison to encourage the animal.
The goat, stimulated by the attention, increased its pace, ramming its way deeper into Ester's body. Ester's cries grew louder, her voice a mixture of pain and desperation. "Please, Satan, finish! I beg you!" she screamed, her words echoing through the night. "No more! End this, Satan, please!"
Finally, with a loud bleat, the goat drove itself all the way into Ester's body. Ester's wails turned to sobs as the goat released its seed inside her, filling her with its hot, viscous cum. Elizabeth, her voice dripping with mockery, leaned in close. "You begged for the Devil to finish inside of you, and he did. You are no longer a Bride of Christ, but a bride of Lucifer himself, knocked up with the devil's seed."
Ester wailed uncontrollably, her body shaking with denial. "No, it isn't true! I didn't want this!" she cried, her voice hoarse and broken. But to Elizabeth, it was clear that not even Ester believed her own words anymore. The nun's spirit had been broken, her soul claimed by the very devil she had once sworn to fight against.
Without a word, Prudence led the bleating, still horny goat away. Elizabeth almost felt bad for it… but she supposed she wouldn’t for long. Her attention fixed back on Ester… the previously strong and driven nun remained in the same humiliating position, even after the others had let go of her. She was scraping the rock with her nails, her whole body trembling, her eyes open but gazing nowhere in particular. In the moments of silence that followed, she began to understand the weight of her action.
“It’s incredible to me how different people can be,” said Elizabeth. “To many, what was done to you would be absolutely nothing. It would surely not be enough to get them to abandon their faith, their Redeemer, their God. But all it took to break you was for a goat to do a little bit of licking and fucking.”
Elizabeth grinned and forced Ester to look into her eyes. “Do you really think you’re that special? That your body is worth so much?”
There was no reply. In desperation, in shame, Ester fled inwards.
Elizabeth shrugged. “Have it your way, then.” The bandit queen turned towards the others and spread out her arms. “Do as you please with the miserable whore. After all, who can trust one who would renounce God for the Devil and bear his child?”
“No…” Ester said again, but now the words were no longer directed at anyone by herself, spoken to reinforce a delusion. “I…”
Elizabeth and Alana both grabbed one of the novice nuns as they stepped away from Ester, passing through the crowd as the robed and masked “cultists” swarmed towards the fallen nun and created a wall of flesh around her. “What will they do to her?” Alana asked.
“Whatever they like,” Elizabeth answer with a shrug. “Do you care?”
Alana shrugged. “Not really.”
It only took a few moments to hear Ester yell out again. “Stop that! What are you doing? Stop that!! You-- Get-- Aaah! Sto-- AAAH!~” Elizabeth’s face twisted in disdain… she could not imagine wanting to share a woman who fucked goats. She would never be touching Ester again. It appeared, however, that her band of bandits had lower standards.
She shrugged again. Men.
Moments later, both she and Alana had one of the broken novice’s tongues buried up their cunts… and shortly after that, neither was interested even in the slightest in thinking about Ester.
By morning the fallen monolith and its surroundings looked as if nothing could have ever taken place there. The ground had been stomped flat, of course, and if an observer looked very closely they might find some of the red drops of wax that had pooled from the many candles, but other than that there was no sign of the demonic ritual that had taken place last night. All of her men had returned to their wagons or their rooms inside the convent, as had all of the nuns.
Well, all of them but one.
As soon as Elizabeth woke up from her comfortable sleep, she went down into the courtyard to check on the stables. The new pen they had built to the side of the courtyard fit in perfectly with the rest of the stables… and the sight of Ester down on all fours being fucked by the same black goat that had become her master last night fit in equally perfectly with what the convent had become beneath Elizabeth’s leadership.
Then men had not been kind to the former nun turned devil worshiper. Her men tended towards being violent, bloodthirsty criminals, after all, and while the rest of the nuns here represented valuable merchandise to be preserved, Ester had no such protection. They had used knives on the woman… opening up her flight in places, making her blood-painted marks permanent before sealing the new wounds with the hot wax of the candles. Looking at her now, it was a wondrous sight. She was covered in Satanic iconography all over, and with her skin covered in dirt and her dried blood, she truly looked like she had walked out of Hell. The air-rending shrieks she had made during the process carried through the night.
She wasn’t screaming now… she wasn’t even crying. Ester was moaning like a bitch in heat at the goat rutted her in its pen. After seeing what the evil of men could be like, Elizabeth presumed that the shattered nun no longer was so afraid of the minor cruelty of her personal Devil. “Trying to please your new master?” Elizabeth joked.
The words, however, went unheard. Neither the goat nor the former nun showed any sign that they were aware of Elizabeth. Whatever was left of Ester now was barely enough to be counted as human. She kept her ass up and her head low, and desired only the pleasure of the flesh. A pleasure she would, from this day forward, only receive from whatever goats occurred to Elizabeth to shove into her pen.
“Aaahh… Ahh!”
She heard the shuffling as Alana came up behind her. “She would be better off dead,” her apprentice said.
“She would,” Elizabeth agreed. “Which is precisely why I’m keeping her alive. Isn’t that right, dear Ester?”
“Aahh… Ahh…”
The goat bleated wildly as it pumped her ass from behind, its hot seed already dripping off her reddened pussy lips. Elizabeth turned away, unwilling to watch any further. After all, any more time spent with these two animals would only bring her closer to their level.
And that was all that there was in that pen.
Two animals fucking.
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