Chapter 3

The next morning, I was awakened by the blankets and me being pulled out of my bed by two nuns. The two nuns began stripping me naked then they put a burlap sack over me without underwear. My body was now barely covered. They grabbed my arms and rushed me down the hall to Father Superior's office, who was to be gone for another week. So why was I here?

"Sit down!" one of the nuns shouted at me. Startled, I did as told. I noticed the chair I was sitting in was oversized, very wide, strange seat that opened from the bottom and restraints on the arms and legs. Suddenly, I was being strapped into the restraints by the two nuns. Now securely in place, the nuns walked out slamming the door behind them. I was now in another compromising position as the restraints had my legs spread enough to see my nether parts from behind the desk in front of me. I became more nervous as I kept sitting there waiting for someone to show up.

"Don't get up, child" the Cardinal giggled as he sauntered in through the bookcase behind me. Rubbing his hot, clammy hand on the back of my neck as he walked by me to sit at the desk. I was sickened by his touch and his cynical words. Sitting behind the desk, he adjusted himself so as to get a better view of the exposed child in front of him. "I'm Cardinal Rubio. Sister Catherine tells me you failed your purity test. You did not bleed, child. For this, you must be punished." He continued, "You are no longer a child and punishment must be fitting of your sin".

Standing in front of me, the Cardinal raised his red garb to reveal a half flaccid wrinkled penis covered in many moles, one on the head was slightly larger with a long gray hair coming right out of the middle of it. He moved in close to put it into my mouth, but I put up a fight to keep him from it. Clamming my mouth shut as tightly as I could. He grabbed something off the desk, something metal. Pressing the points behind my jaw, he forced my mouth open like a dog and shoved the metal into my mouth. Turning the screws on the side, my jaw began opening. It felt like my jaw was going to snap. "That should keep you from biting anything", he said. Now completely helpless and mouth spread agape, he easily slid his grotesque member into my throat. Pushing himself deeper, hands on the back of my head pulling me harder each time. He kept heaving, throwing his head back in his happiness. I started to gag and began to vomit. He pushed himself even harder as I vomited all over his fully swollen penis. Crying and puking, I needed to pee so badly, as I hadn't been able to yet, I could hold myself no longer. Trying not to let him know, I started to piss on the seat slowly, but he noticed. He quickly lay down under my seat and tripped it to fall out from under me, it now looked like a toilet seat. Positioning his mole covered pickle under my stream of piss, he started to jerk himself. When I finished peeing, he let out a loud howling sound and a hot stream of his seed was shot onto my piss covered opening.

He lay there for some time on the floor under me. He finally drug his wasted body up to wipe himself down with a hand towel. He slowly released me from the jaw breaking trap and loosened the chair restraints. Exhausted, he threw his used hand towel in my face. " Clean yourself ", he told me flopping into his chair behind the desk. Still frightened, I followed his direction and wiped the vomit, piss and cum from my body.