Jennifer in the Monastery

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Jennifer in the MonasteryTwice a day I ride my bicycle past an old Monastery, a beautiful Castle with well-manicured grounds built in the 1300’s. I marvel at the structure everyday wishing I could see inside, but a Monastery is no place for a young girl. This one day I slip the chain on my bike and crash headlong into the bushes just outside the drawbridge into the main courtyard of the Castle, a Monk who is working nearby sees me and rushes to my aid. He arrives to see a young pretty girl wearing a short summer dress, laying in a very unladylike position and gets a unencumbered view between her legs. I am in no position to do anything about it so I just hold out my arms so he can help me up. He sees right away that I have sc****d my knee and taking advantage of the situation offers to take me inside to attend to my injury plus repair my bicycle. He calls to another Monk to take my bike then helps me into a large sitting room while he goes and gets a first aid kit. He returns with another man who introduces himself as the Abbot of the Monastery and they begin to treat my sc****d knee. They are very gentle as the Abbot holds my leg on his lap while the other cleans and bandages my knee, but I notice their hands tremble as they touch my bare smooth leg and I feel a large lump between my thigh and his lap. I have no experience with men so I do not understand why they are obviously nervous and I also do not realize that the way I am sitting is exposing my creamy smooth thighs and thin transparent damp panties to their gaze. They are being so kind to me and I thank them so much when they are finished but before I can excuse myself to leave the Abbot asks me if I would like a tour of the Castle. Oh yes I exclaim, I have longed to see the inside of this magnificent Structure, he smiles brightly and we begin a journey that will lead me to places I could not imagine.The Castle is so stately and beautiful but what fascinates me more than anything is when we enter the extensive library that they have. Thousands of books and manuscripts dating back hundreds of years, I exclaim how I would love to look through it all and the Abbot agrees that I would be allowed to stop by anytime to use the library. He points out that I will have to use this ladder to get to the higher shelves and recommends that I have a monk hold it for me, for safety reasons of course. He then asks if I would like to take a look at a book and recommends one from the top shelf. He holds the ladder as I ascend it and I think to myself what a thoughtful man to take so much interest in my safety, not knowing what a view I am giving him up my dress. The book he suggests is a large heavy book that is hard to handle as I descend the ladder and being the gentleman he is, he takes a firm grip on my hips to make sure I do not slip and fall. I sit with the book and he explains that most of the history about the Monastic order is in that book. I look at the clock on the wall and realize that it is getting late and I should get home, the Abbot says that I am welcome anytime and will let the others know to expect and help me in any way they can. canlı kaçak iddaa I think to myself as I leave, what a wonderful caring group, I am sure I will enjoy everything that they will teach me.Every day on my way home from helping Father in his shop, I stop at the library in the Monastery and there is always a friendly Monk or Prior to help me with the heavy books. The weather has been very hot so I have tried to stay cool by wearing my shortest dress and I find that my skimpy panties get wet with perspiration so I have been going without them. More and more Monks want to help me and it is so nice to have all this personal attention, I am sure they have better things to do than hold a ladder so an innocent young girl can get books. The Abbot shows me books that have graphic drawings and artwork of men and women getting whipped and I ask him about that, oh he says, that is how we cleanse ourselves of our sins. I point out that the pictures of the men have a part of them sticking straight out, the Abbot asks me if I have never seen a mans penis and I answer that I have not. He goes on to tell me that when a man gets whipped his organ gets hard and then squirts fluid out, the energy that is necessary to expel and release his fluid coupled with the pain of the whipping helps to cleanse his soul. I see I reply and the women, They seem to have fluid dripping from their slits, is that the same. Yes the Abbot replies and then compliments me for being so observant, he adds that I should not call it a slit, I should call it a pussy. I think to myself what a cute name to call my girl part, OK Sir I will call it my pussy, I reply, he pats me on my bottom and tells me what a lovely good girl I am. The next book he has me get off the top shelf is much more graphic and the pictures are more lifelike, one picture in particular shows a young woman tied up while being whipped and a man with a rather large erect penis inserting it into her pussy. I ask him why the man is doing that and his reply is that this is a more effective way for both of them to reach complete liberation of their guilt. Each book he shows me gets more and more graphic in nature, men and women tied up in so many different positions being whipped in so many different ways. I ask if his Monks are punished like this for their sins and he replies that there is someone every day who is whipped until he achieves release of his torment, then asks if I would be interested in witnessing such an event. He continues that it would be educational for me to see it for real than just in a book, then taking by the hand he leads me down a stone stairwell into what he calls the dungeon.Entering the cool recesses of the Castle I hear a snapping sound and the moaning of a man, when we approach the source I see the Monk who originally help me with my bicycle and he is hanging by his hands from a rope while another whips his body. The whip reminded me of a snake, attacking and striking him all over leaving vivid red welts where it bites him. It is the first time I have seen a mans penis and I found myself staring at it plus I could see small makrobet amounts of fluid dripping from the tip. He saw that I was watching and as he moaned louder his one eyed organ shot a long stream of thick fluid across the floor. The man kept striking him with the whip until his penis stopped shooting fluid. Once they are finished the Abbot points out to me how cleansed and subdued the man is after his whipping and how he will be a more compliant person for it. The Abbot and I go back up to the library and he can see that I am deep in thought, he asks what is on my mind and I ask if he believes I could benefit form this type of treatment. The Abbot looks seriously at me then says he will discuss it with the others and will have to get permission from my Father. I am not aware that the Monastery has a lot of power around this area and permission from my Father would be expected, calling him would be simply a matter of courtesy to inform him. As I am riding my bike down the lane away from the Castle I am sure I heard shouts of joy and cheering but I pass it off as just the wind in my long brown hair. Once I got home my Father had already been in contact with the Monastery and had given them permission to educate me as he put it then patting me on the head told me that I would be a different young woman tomorrow and he left it at that. I am restless that night dreaming of all the stimulating things that I had seen, my mind racing with erotic images and feelings that caused a strange tingling in between my legs and a slippery substance to leak out of my pussy.The next day My Father gives me a big hug and sends me on my way, I have a faint understanding of what fate awaits me but Father knows exactly what is in store for me, the Monks have quite a reputation of getting what they want. The Abbot awaits me at the entrance and tells me that he has arranged for a special ceremony that will lift me from my present state and transform me into a new being, enlightened and aware like awakening from a deep sleep. I tell him that he makes it sound spiritual and he replies that it will be a spiritual awakening for me. He takes me into his chambers and asks me to undress, as I stand naked in-front of him he d****s a long purple robe trimmed in fur over my shoulders, it reaches the floor but when I move it is open on the sides to reveal my nakedness. We enter the main hall of the cathedral and standing in a large circle around a peculiar alter are 50 monks, all completely naked with their penis’s sticking straight out and each one holding a whip with 9 tails. The hall is completely silent as the Abbot unties my robe and lets it fall to the floor, instantly exposing me to all the Monks and I hear a collective intake of air as they all gasp. The Abbot motions for me to mount the alter and lay face down, it has a raised centre section that lifts my bottom and presents it higher than the rest of me, he then fastens my wrists and ankles to the corners essentially spreading me open. The next thing he does is place a bit into my mouth and tells me to bite down on it if I need to during the ceremony, makrobet giriş he then blindfolds me telling me it will heighten my other senses. He then pours scented oil all over me and chants in Latin as he does this, soon all the Monks are moaning and chanting and without warning the first whip strikes me. The Monks are walking in a circle and as each one passes me, he whips me once, it is a slow process and they take their time to make the ceremony last. The whipping is almost gentle to begin with but with each rotation of all 50 they increase the f0rce, after a couple of cycles they start lashing me hard and I begin to really wail in despair. I bite down on the bit in my mouth as the tears flow and seeing this it stimulates them to whip me harder. Without being able to see I only have my imagination to tell me what is happening and my mind drifts again to the erotic images in the books. My mind is flooded with images of whipped welted bodies, penis’s sliding in and out of pussies, penis fluid shooting at me and covering me, then the strangest feelings start to permeate my body, tingling convulsive reactions to the whipping. The whips are not making me cry anymore, they just make me grunt, moan and hope for more and the slick fluid that I had experienced in my bed the night before was now flowing freely out of my pussy. After more than an hour of this relentless rhythm they stop and turn me over onto my back then fasten me down again, legs spread wide with my hips pushed up because of the raised centre. The Abbot whispers into my ear that they are all going to do their best to cleanse my body and mind and raise me to a higher spiritual plane of divine understanding. The first to cleanse me is the Abbot, he climbs up on the alter and with his tongue licks my pussy, with the bit in my mouth I can only moan, but within seconds I am awash in a new sensation. My whole body begins to convulse as every nerve fires, the explosions of pleasure centre around my pussy and radiate out from there. He then lifts up and I feel his hard penis slide into my body, I am delirious with pleasure as he slides that hard member in and out until I feel it shoot its thick fluid into me. He is the first of 50 who position themselves one by one over me, sliding their hard thick penis’s into me filling me with their fluid as I am near madness with pleasure. The convulsions don’t stop as wave after wave of pleasure envelopes me and I drift into a euphoric state.I am unaware that I am being lifted off the alter, nearly exhausted and locked in a dream world the Abbot carries me in his arms back to his chambers. I look back through foggy vision and I see all the Monks start to whip each other. In the Abbots chambers he says not a word but gently washes and caresses me, I ask him if he felt the ceremony was a success and he replied without a doubt then added that I performed to perfection but my training was not quite done. I see that his penis is erect again and tying my hands behind my back, has me kneel down in-front of him. He states that for me to complete the ceremony I must learn to take a mans penis into my mouth to give him pleasure. As I look up at him I tell him I have no idea what to do, he looks down at my innocent young face and into my soft wet brown eyes saying it is fine he will teach me all I need to know but it will be a long night.

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