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Sisters of Mercy?

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Michael Martin was driving his old car along a very poorly lit road. He was intending to take his car to the scrap dealer as it kept breaking down and the lights were extremely bad. To top it all, it started to rain. All he had to do was get the car back to his house, pick up the last of his things, move to his new house and then have the car picked up.

It was doing the last part, he didn’t see the fallen tree in time. His car hit it and thanks to the angle of the trunk, his car finished up in the river next to it. Owing to the rain, the river was flowing at a fast pace. Michael thought he was going to die. As the water poured into the car, he blacked out.
He came round several hours later unable to move. He realised there were straps on his wrists, ankles, knees, stomach, chest, neck and his forehead. Furthermore he was naked and gagged. Gradually his senses came to. The room he was in was barely lit by candles. He thought he was going to be a human sacrifice. He tried to shout but the gag was too efficient.

He heard a door open somewhere above his head. The voices of two women were audible but very quiet. It was a matter of seconds before they reached him. It was a couple of nuns. “Hush. We had to fasten you for your own safety. Now lie back and enjoy yourself”

He could not believe it. How could two nuns know how to masturbate a man? After coming three times, Michael was exhausted. His dick laid limp. One of the nuns asked if he was ready but the other one said she didn’t think he was. Michael wondered what he was supposed to be ready for. The first one wiped his cock and then started to kiss it. She took it in her mouth and then sucked and sucked. Michael soon shot another load of sperm into her mouth. The other one said she believed he was a virgin and he nodded yes.

He lay there quite exhausted. Then the two nuns left him and another two came in. He wondered what they were going to do. One of them had a box. The other said he was ready so the first one opened the box. He watched in horror as a metal collar was taken out. It was in two halves. With one nun on each side of him some paste was put on one side of the collar and the two nuns pushed the collar halves together. To Michael the resounding “click” as the two halves met sounded like a cannon firing.

One of the nun’s spoke to him. This collar is being charged by induction. You are safe for now. But when it is charged, if you shout or even talk, you will get a shock and each time it will get worse than last time. If the charge goes flat, it will discharge its last charge in a shock that will stun you. You will never be allowed to leave the convent as we need someone with strength to do everyday tasks. Sister Benedict, will you get the other thing?”

A chastity cock cage was brought out. "This too needs charging. Both are made of titanium so cutting them off will be nearly impossible and may cause you more harm than good” They pushed his balls through the ring and then squeezed his flaccid cock through it finally getting his cock into the cage and attaching it to the ring sealing it with the same paste as the collar. His cock was pushed down towards his legs. “The paste takes two days to dry so you will be here for that time. Each of the nuns has a remote that will give you pain in your appendage. That will make you scream and of course the collar will respond and shock you as well. By the time the glue has set hard your habit will be ready. Oh yes, you are to become an honorary nun. It will be no use telling people as your collar will react. You will join us every day for prayers and singing. Your name is now Sister Michael. You can forget your past life. You now have a life of chastity, contemplation and dedication. Should you try to leave the convent, you will get a shock as we have wired everything up so when you are within ten feet of the boundary, you will get a shock. Your cock cage will shock you. You will scream and the collar will deliver another one”
Michael tried ask what they were on about. Chastity. But the gag was too efficient. The other nun told him he won’t miss what he never had. With that they smiled at him and left him there knowing that all the time he was there, his collar and cock cage were being charged up. He had to escape. Not only that, the paste/glue was setting which meant the cage or collar would never come off.

All the time, the nuns kept feeding him and cleaning him up. After two days, they released him but left the gag in his mouth. “The paste should now be set. Your collar and cage will never come off. They are on for the rest of your life. I wouldn’t try to talk. The shock will knock you out. You are wanted in the Mother Superior’s office”

He was led through a maze of corridors until they reached a heavy door. The nun guiding him knocked and a voice said “enter”. They entered the room and the door was closed behind him. There were twelve nuns there. Seated at her desk was the mother superior.

She ordered the nuns to put Michael in the chair and get him ready. He was grabbed, pushed into the chair. His wrists were strapped to the arm rests, his feet were fastened to the legs of the chair. A strap went around his stomach holding him to the chair. A further strap was tightened over his thighs securely holding him to the seat.

A device was put over his head and rested on his shoulders. Straps went around his forehead holding his head back and finally more straps prevented him from turning his head. “I have three films for you to watch. This is what happens to people who try to escape”.

The films started and on the screen, Michael could see men strapped into coffins. The lids were placed on the coffins but not screwed down and a funeral service was held for them. There was a slight gap between the lids and the coffins. It was explained so that the occupants could hear the lovely service the nuns gave them and allow them to breathe. Each one was gagged so they didn’t disturb the service.
A female vicar took the service for them. After that, the coffins were taken to the grounds outside on trolleys. The films showed that holes had been dug. The lid was removed and the gags taken from their mouths. The lids were slowly lowered onto the coffins and the screws tightened. Each coffin had a viewing plate so the faces of the occupants could be seen. Muffled cries of help and stop, don’t do it could be heard. Then straps were placed under then coffins and the boxes were lowered into the ground. The nuns started shovelling the dirt in leaving the viewing panels until last. Michael could see the panic in the victim’s eyes as the earth finally covered them. A gravestone was placed at the head of the grave “Here lies Sister Joseph Mahoney; Here lies Sister Paul Jones; Here lies Sister Mark Mace. No R.I.P whereas on all the other graves it was prominent plus some words of comfort. Not on these three graves though.

Michael was snapped out of it when the Mother Superior started to speak. “As nuns, we have to keep ourselves pure. However we are women and still have women’s emotions and needs. There will be no sex, but you will satisfy us with other means. I’m told you are virgin so you will need to be taught what to do. The day you fail to satisfy us you will join the other three. You will be taken to the stores to get your clothes. You must go through the ceremony though. Take Sister Michael Martin to the stores” He was shocked. How could nuns do this to people? Bury them alive?

Michael was taken to the store where he was fitted with a bra that was stuffed to fill the cups, white satin panties and a petticoat. A wedding dress was put on him along with a veil. Finally he had shoes put on his feet. Once ready he was taken to another room where he found six girls all in wedding dresses. “Your collar will be switched off while you announce your marriage to Jesus. Get it wrong and you know the consequences”. Martin went to say something but a strong shock hit him, he collapsed in a heap.

Martin had learned the hard way that he was unable to talk until he was told he could. Even then it would have to be in a soft female voice. After he had read the words on the card, (The other girls had learned them by heart) he was stripped and taken back to the stores where he was given a novice nuns outfit. This time with directoire knickers and a sack cloth petticoat. He went to object but one of the nuns held her remote for his shock collar in her hand. She made sure he could see it.

In a matter of minutes he was in a white robe with his head encased in a white cowl. Just his face was visible. Even the shock collar was hidden from site. Then he was marched back to the mother superior where he was told he would be known as Sister Michael. He went to say he was not a girl but saw her hand by the remote. A quick rethink made him change his mind. He was told that when they get visitors they would not be allowed to see each other except through the bars and glass separating them. It was a prison to him.

A list of his jobs were to hand. He had to dig a grave. The nuns could see he was puzzled as no one had died. “It’s for you Sister Michael. Should you fail to satisfy us then you know where you will be laid to rest. You have seen the service. I think it is beautiful” one of the nuns said handing him the spade to start digging. It had already been dug to a level of three feet.

He had gone down a couple of feet when Mother Superior appeared. “The police have found your car in the river and wanted to know if we had seen anything. I told them we hadn’t seen anyone or anything. They feel you were swept away in the raging torrent. That is the beauty of being a nun, everyone believes you. They all say that we must refuse the sins of the flesh. We do to a point, but we still have our needs to be seen to. I hope your tongue is long and flexible enough to do the job. There are twenty four of us that needs attending”

Now Michael realised why they wanted him. He lost his temper but took it out on the dirt and before he knew it he was at his shoulder height. He looked up and panicked. He was glad when they threw the ladder down for him to climb up. But his white robe was filthy. He was ordered to put a fresh one on. He was told that behind the gravestones, there were air pipes so the victims would lay alive for a few days.
He was told he had to go to the prayer session before tea. “Don’t forget, we want to hear a nice feminine voice” The nun next to him said. Michael did his best and he wasn’t given a shock. However he was told he would have to take singing lessons. As he was still a novice he would have to serve supper tonight. By the time he had served all the 24 nuns he was tired, at least he had the other novices working with him.

Sadly for Michael, he had to go to evening prayer and contemplation before going to bed. That seemed to drag on forever. However he was in for a further shock. Mother Superior went to the top of the chapel and read the final sermon before announcing, “Ladies, God has provided us with an end to our frustrations. As from tomorrow, Sister Michael will be available to one and all to use as you wish. I will leave a chart by the kitchen so Sister Michael can see where she has to be at what time.
Michael was called at five the next morning. Who on earth would be waking him at that time of morning?

“Time to get up. Here is your daily routine. You must also look on the chart in the kitchen to see where you are required. But that is in between completing the tasks set out on here. I have brought you your nun’s habit. You are now in black so you won’t look so filthy. You may wonder why your whiskers are not growing. While you were unconscious we had them lasered to prevent growth. I’ll leave you to wash and get dressed” the nun told him. With that she left. Michael looked at the list. This looked horrendous to him and he still had to look at the list in the kitchen.

5.00 a.m. Get up, etc. Time for prayer and reading before the day's noise and busy-ness intrudes. (Some members of the community are up earlier but they have to be extra quiet.) Breakfast is usually eaten before or after Lauds.

6.00 a.m. Vigils, the first of the day's offices or services, a mixture of psalms and scriptures. A meditative start to the day.

7.15 a.m. Lauds or Morning Prayer, sung in English. Afterwards we each begin our work for the day, not forgetting the housework.

The time of Mass varies, according to whether it is being celebrated in our oratory or at the Abbey or one of the local parishes. We love having Mass in the oratory, where we can use some of the traditional plainsong chants as well as more modern English settings. When we go to the Abbey or one of the nearby parishes for Mass, there may be timetable adjustments, especially if Mass is in the evening.

12.00 Midday Prayer, sung in English.

12.30 Lunch, which is shared with guests and visitors. In summer we often eat in the garden which makes even the dullest meal festive.

After lunch there is some free time for writing, hobbies or one of those little jobs that is always waiting to be done.

2.30 p.m. Work begins again . . .

4.00 p.m. or thereabouts, being British, we generally have a cup of tea.

At some point in the afternoon or evening, each nun will make time for more prayer and reading. As a minimum, we are committed to two half hours of contemplative prayer every day (more on feast days) and at least half an hour of 'lectio divina' or prayerful reading. There are also opportunities for further study since as Benedictines we prize learning. In fact, the library was one of the first things we set about making. We also try to fit in a walk with Bro Dyfrig BFdeB, successor to Bro Duncan PBGV, the monastery dog.

5.00 p.m. Vespers, sung in Latin, and followed by supper preparations.

6.45 p.m. Supper, the main meal of the day.

After supper, we try to keep the house quiet so that anyone who wishes can pray or read without being disturbed.

8.15 p.m. Compline or Night Prayer, sung in English. Afterwards comes the special time known as the Great Silence, lasting until Lauds next day, when no one speaks or makes any unnecessary noise. We are free to go to bed after Compline and Lights Out is at 11.00 p.m.



At given times . . . occupied in manual labour, also see the kitchen list. At other times in prayerful reading.
Your shock collar will be turned off to allow you to pray but will be switched on when we get visitors or we go to the abbey or other places. It will switch itself on if you try to leave the grounds of the convent.

After he had washed up the breakfast crockery, he was taken to another room. He was pushed inside and the door was locked behind him. He looked around and all there was in the small room was heavy chair. In front of it was a board that was fastened to it. On the board was two straps. He had no idea what the board or straps were for. Through the bars of the small window in the door he asked who the two nuns were who emptied his balls. He was shocked at the reply. “They are not nuns. They are two ladies of the night. We help them by giving them a roof over their heads and they help us to relieve our womanly requirements without entering the sins of the flesh” He was handed a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold through the bars. “Put the blindfold on and put these on behind your back. You will have to turn around to show me you are fastened”

“And if I don’t?” He was shown the remote for his shock collar. “I can turn this right up to knock you out and there is a nice deep hole waiting for you. What you didn’t see in the films or when you were digging the hole was the coffins have air pipes so they stay with us for a while. It’s nice to hear them crying knowing they will never come out alive”

Michael cursed that tree that caused the accident. If only he hadn’t driven so fast. Before he could do anything the nun told him, she could leave him locked in there and let him starve. Michael put the blindfold on, slipped the cuffs on his wrists as ordered and turned round slowly.

He was led to the board and made to kneel down. He could feel the chair in front of him. A different voice told him that to start with he had to open his mouth and breathe out deeply. Then when the person he was servicing was ready, he was to start kissing the area in front of him, progressing to using his tongue. Michael had never done it before nor fancied the idea. Once his legs had been strapped to the board there was no way to escape. His hands were cuffed behind him

A few minutes later he heard the door open again and two women came into the room. The one who had instructed him told the other to sit down and she would strap her in. “By being strapped down you are relieved of your oaths and your frustrations”. Michael then heard the door close once more. He gave a blow of warm air to whoever was in front of him.

A pair of legs went over his shoulders and he felt his head being pushed forward. It came as a shock to feel the soft fleshy tissue on his nose. His nose was trust inside and he heard a low moan from the woman. Then he was pushed back and told to start using his tongue. At first he didn’t want to do it. “There’s a nice hole waiting for you”.

Attentively Michael started to feel the softness of a woman’s body and he started to use his tongue in circles around her lips. He could feel the heat building up between her legs. It didn’t take long before she started bucking and shook violently as her orgasm hit her body. Michael’s face was covered in her juices. She let out a howling scream of delight. “Oh God, Oh God, thank you” she cried.

Michael’s face was covered in her juices. He was washed before being fastened for the next one. All in all Michael serviced six of them that day. He did notice that they seemed happier than usual. By the end of the week he had seen to all of them but being blindfolded he never knew which ones he had been used by on what days.

He was shocked one day when he was strapped down to a bench with his legs held wide apart. He was gagged for this. He felt something which he realised was a finger at his anus and it worked its way into his body. Before long he felt something else a bit thicker and longer. It sat at the edge of his anus and gradually eased its way into him. It didn’t take long until he felt it sliding backwards and forwards. The rhythm built up and he felt the trickle of pre-cum from his trapped cock. A strange sensation came over him. He felt he was shooting his load and yet he had no sensation of an orgasm. At first he fought against the intrusion but as he grew used to it, it wasn’t too bad. He was upset he never had his orgasm though.

The day came when they were to have visitors. Michael was told his collar would be turned on and the slightest speech would give him a shock. Michael so wanted to tell everyone what the nuns got up to but couldn’t say a word. He watched the visitors through the glass and bars panel. One did ask why he wasn’t saying anything. The visitor was told that Sister Michael is going insane and has got to a state where she thinks she is a man. Rather than have her sectioned, the nuns have put her on a vow of silence and she is sticking to it to prove she is not mad. The visitor believed the story. After all, a nun is a holy woman and would never do anything nasty.

One Christmas they were sitting having a meal when they started speaking in Latin. Had he learned Latin he would have understood what they were saying. “Did they ever release that film they made in the convent? The one where they buried those three men alive?” “Yes, but he couldn’t have seen it or he would have realised it was a set up. They were good actors. I have seen them a few times in other films since. The scenery was perfect. Still, she is young and full of spirit so we should have her for ourselves for many years. Maybe we should give her real breasts of her own as I notice hers tend to move about” The others agreed with her.

Michael asked what that was about and was told that at Christmas they have to talk in Latin. They were just talking about their tasks for the festive period. Then Mother Superior told him she would say one more thing in Latin and he would have to say grace. A few words of Latin were spoken which translated came to “What size breasts should Sister Michael have?” Answering one by one, the nuns gave the size required. “40c” was the main agreed answer. Michael went on to say “For what we are about to receive may the Lord make us truly thankful”. They all said Amen. Michael never noticed the smirk on their faces. He had just signed up for a lifetime of servitude. The heavy oak doors of the convent slammed shut and the bolts and locks were closed. Michael would never see the outside world again.
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