Chapter 21: Statue

As the first few weeks passed a number of different visitors came to call; Sister Lucia was transformed into Molly, provided pleasures for them, and then returned to being Sister Lucia. Her duties continued to include pleasuring Monsignor Flavin, and he now used her vagina as well as her mouth, and frequently pushed a finger into her arse as he fucked her.

Then a visitor came who introduced her to a new variation. He had asked for her to be dressed as a young lay woman, in the blouse and skirt, but without the frilly apron. She had nothing on underneath the specified clothes, since nothing had been mentioned. When he saw her he looked startled, but made no comment. He was a tall, spare man with thinning hair, older than Molly but not, she thought, old enough to be her father.

"You don't seem in the least shy about your duties?" he asked.

"Sir?" was all that Molly could think of to say.

"The lack of underclothing," he explained.

"Oh. Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir."

The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the man's penis. Molly had not felt able to look closely at this, but the visitor evidently knew all about it.

"Well, since you seem to have no shame, take off the skirt but retain the blouse. It will be even more provocative than nude, I think."

As she obeyed, Molly blushed because, as he had intimated, she felt more naked than if she had been unclothed.

"Lie on the bed with your legs in the air, and we'll see how this little beauty suits you," the visitor's voice sounded ominous.

Molly obediently lay on her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, holding them there with her hands.

"Please, sir, what does it do?"

"Ah; then you have not experienced this before?" he asked.

"No, sir," Molly said, wondering what, exactly, it was for.

"Well, what I do is oil you thoroughly," said her visitor, suiting his actions to his words and pouring baby oil liberally on, and into her vagina.

"Now you can accept this easily, I hope."

Indeed the strange dildo slid easily into her body, leaving the handle protruding. The visitor pumped it in and out for some moments and Molly thought she felt the first stirrings of her build up to shuddering, but then he removed it, and she felt empty.

"Now, a little more oil," the visitor commented as he oiled her bottom, making sure some went right inside her.

"Then the pleasure," he said as he slid the device, with some difficulty, into Molly's most private aperture.

It hurt a little, even though she was doing her best to relax and let it in. Once inside her rectum, it was turned several times to seat it comfortably, and Molly began to accept its presence. In truth, it was less painful than Monsignor Flavin's fingers had been, or her "Papa's" penis.