Chapter 18

The nuns screamed through their ball gags for several hours, through rotating shifts of tormentors who gave them no relief or rest. Between the orphans and the militia, they endured what must have been hellish torture and abuse until their knees threatened to buckle from it all. One part consisted of having every last hair on their bodies plucked out slowly until they were all smooth. Another included the branding of their flesh with hot iron to mark them as Julian’s chattel.

They were also fucked repeatedly in every hole, with their teeth all removed to prevent biting. They were forced to take enemas and clean out so that it would be safer to go ass-to-mouth with them as well. This included strap-on dildos with thigh harnesses as well as actual, flesh and blood cocks. Their wrists and ankles chafed at the constant bondage, with ropes, scarves, cuffs, manacles, and such all digging into their skin at times.

Finally, they were given dentures on the basis of earning them, whenever or wherever they could be found, but they would also have to get accustomed to needing and cleaning them. The nuns ranged quite a bit in age, the oldest being sixty-three and the youngest a novice of just eighteen, a former orphan herself who was among the quickest to embrace Stockholm Syndrome. Even she lost her teeth, though, and would have to wear dentures for the rest of her life. Julian and his crew wouldn’t take any chances with fellatio and this lot.

The nuns were finally “showered” with hoses and soap, after which they were marched, still naked, into Julian’s new temporary office, once that of Sister Janice. There their fingerprints were burned away, in a deliberate attempt to make them difficult to identify, in addition to the lost teeth. Then they were paddled repeatedly in said office and required to count their swats until their buttocks were red and sore. They were also forced to keep butt-plugs up their asses while their bottoms were blistered that way.

“Don’t forget. These nuns are communal property. They may be used by anyone and everyone in this tribe. They will be given three square meals a day, but will not be allowed to wear clothing or go outside without permission. They will be bathed and plucked constantly, including their pubic and butt hair. They will have to wear collars to remind them of their servile status as part of their atonement. Even Sister Carmen has gone from victim to tormentor, so she must suffer with the rest of them.

“Come on, let’s get them into those vans, gagged with each other’s panties, shackled, butt-plugs shoved up their cornholes, and chastity belts encasing their pussies for now. They’re going to be very uncomfortable during their trip back to Texas, to put it mildly. I can see by the grimaces on their faces that they don’t like the scent or taste of each other’s twats in most cases, but so be it. That’s part of their atonement, after all. They’ll like the ball gags even less,” Julian sneered as he slapped each of his captives on the tush.