Abbess's New Dog
Copyright© 2026 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Transferred to the isolated Abbey of Sainte-Croix, young Nun Éloïse expects a life of prayer and quiet devotion. Instead, she falls into the clutches of the powerful and seductive Abbess Isolde - a secret dominatrix who rules the nunnery with iron discipline and insatiable lust. What begins as confusing touches and humiliating "exercises" quickly escalates into brutal spankings, strapon training, pet play, and total sexual surrender. Éloïse's innocent body is stretched, used, and broken until sh
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Suddenly a strong hand clamped firmly over my mouth from behind, silencing me. I was dragged roughly inside the room by Sister Beatrice, the five-foot-six slim beauty. Her naked body pressed against my back, one arm wrapped around me while her other hand stayed tight over my mouth, muffling my panicked sounds. Sister Agnes, the five-foot-four delicate girl, quickly closed the door behind us, her pretty face breaking into a mischievous laugh.
“Look what we have here,” Agnes giggled, her voice light and cruel. “The newbie was peeking. You pathetic little slut.”
I tried desperately to protest, to explain that I had only been passing by, but Beatrice’s strong grip kept every word reduced to muffled, helpless noises. My stomach tensed with a confusing mix of fear and that growing heat low in my belly. Agnes stepped right up to me, her small breasts brushing against my habit as she reached up and squeezed my full DD breasts firmly through the fabric. “Is this what you want, huh?”
I wanted to scream “No!” but could only make desperate muffled sounds against Beatrice’s palm. My wide hips twitched as Agnes’s hand slid lower without warning and grabbed my pussy through the habit. “Oh look at what we’ve got—her soaking already.” She rubbed my aching folds through the cloth with deliberate, firm strokes. My thick thighs twitched intensely. Muffled moans escaped despite everything: “Mmmph ... uhhhn! Ahh-mmph!”
“Ah, so this is what you want, you horny little slut,” Beatrice whispered hotly in my ear, still holding me trapped securely between their slim naked bodies.
They didn’t give me any time to recover. Agnes produced a piece of wet, crusty underwear that carried the exact strong scent of the sticky vaginal fluid I had leaked before. They forced it into my mouth, the humiliating taste and smell flooding my senses. I tried frantically to spit it out, gagging, but they tied a clean cloth tightly around my head, securing the gag. My hands were yanked behind my back and bound firmly with another strip of cloth. They stripped my habit off completely in swift motions, exposing my olive skin, thin waist, wide hips, full DD breasts, and thick buttocks to their hungry eyes. I was thrown onto the pile of blankets, naked and completely helpless.
Both slim girls climbed onto the bedding with me. Sister Beatrice laid my head on her smooth lap, her small breasts hovering just above my face. Sister Agnes positioned herself between my spread legs and began licking my face around the gag—slow, degrading strokes across my lips, cheeks, and chin. These were no kisses; they were purely humiliating, possessive drags of her tongue. I wanted to yell at them to stop, to let me go, but my vagina had begun to literally ache with a deep, throbbing need.