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©Johnny Légendary
Note: 18+ ? adult contents ❌ not for re-aders un-der the age of 18
EPISODE FIVE: The Nunnery
Cas-sandra was in her office, waiting for me. I had just made it back in time before the early morning mas-s started that Sunday morning.
After Mas-s, I wore my mask and went for my meeting with Cas-sandra.
She sat behind her desk and gazed at me throu-gh her tiny little spectacles.
” I know you are dumb and can’t speak. But I hope you can un-derstand what I’m about to say to you,” she spoke, gesturing to me. ” I have observed you for a very long time and I’ve discovered something.”
I bec@m£ startled. Had she suspected anything?
“The Covent cleaner is dead. She died last night from a heart attack. It’s such a great loss to us. May her soul rest in peace. For now, we are limited on working staffs. It takes a hell of time to get someone trustworthy before employment for this is a covent. I’ve been watching you and I must say, I’m impressed at how ha-rd -working you are. Therefore I’m going to let you fill in the position for our late cleaner until we employ someone new.”
To say I was surprised was an un-derstatement.
I was b!own away. Does this means I get to clean up the house and the ladies rooms?
It was insane. I had to looked the way I was looking to show her how confused I was about the whole thing.
Cas-sandra shrugged. ” I know why I gave you that job. You can’t do the girls any harm. Besides I spoke to a good number of them about you and I learnt they hate you. I’ve instructed them to always keep their inti-mate things out of sight before you start cleaning their rooms. Moreover, you’ll only Clean their rooms when they are at clas-s or prayers. Other than that, you maintain your usual job of firewood chopping and gardening.”
I gestured that I un-derstood her.
She nodded. ” One more thing. Don’t get any funny ideas. If for any reason it is reported to me that you are getting inti-mate with the girls, I’ll not only fire you, I’ll have you locked away In jail.”
I nodded. At the back of my mind I was thinking about her. There was something funny about this lady. For giving me such a strict job of cleaning the girls room, rose my suspicion.
I began my new job the next day. Whenever the girls were t clas-s o prayers, I cleaned their rooms. There were over a hundred rooms in all. It was a miracle how fast it took me to clean up before the girls returned.
Its amazing what you can see in a girls hostel. I had originally thought boys were the most dirty set of human beings ever created but I was wrong. These girls were not good home keepers.
They had obeyed the mother Superior for one thing. That’s keeping their un-derwears and br@s away from my sight.
When the girls saw me leaving their alre-ady cleaned rooms, they began talking amongst themselves.
Later in the evening, I learnt that some of the girls were begining to like me. Even Cas-sandra was plea-sed with my work. Her room was the only room I haven’t cleaned but I didn’t mind because I wasn’t interested in her.
It’s been two days now and I haven’t seen nor heard from Mary or Sandra.
I was glad though.
Don’t get me wrong, those girls were lions.
The way they craved for S-x these days scares me. I now took a lot of milk inorder to help with my sp-erm production.
The one thing Sandra and Mary loves more than anything is me re-leasing inside them. Sometimes I get worried they might get pregnant but it seems like they must’ve been very calculative of their monthly flow.
Perhaps they’re on their period now. Thank God.
Then it happened.
On a Saturday afternoon, I was cleaning Mary and Sandra’s room. Then the door locked and Sandra and Mary c@m£ out from their hiding place and fell on me.
This was too risky. Clas-s was almost over and the other girls would soon be back any moment from now.
But Sandra and Mary didn’t consider that risk. They were too hor-nyto think.
And Soo these two girls had their fun with me. Unknown to us, four girls from clas-s were walking down the pavement. One of them heard Mary’s m0@n ing and she ti-ptoed to peek.
Suprised at what she found, she signaled to the other girls and they gathered around.
They watched us as Mary and Sandra rode me. They were still watched us as I spill my creamy seed into their mouths.
” We must tell mother Superior about this,” they whispered amongst themselves.
” Wait,” one of them spoke. ” I have a better idea.”
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” We won’t tell on you unless you two agree to our terms,” one of the girls said to Mary.
” It’s not as enjoyable as you may think,” Mary lied, trying to find a way to discourage them. ” It’s really painful. You might even bleed from your pri-vate p@rt.”
” Don’t pl@ydumb with us,” another girl spoke. ” We know you two were having fun. We just want to experience this plea-sure as well. If you two can’t share, then we’re telling on you.”
Mary and Sandra had no other choice but to agree.
Meanwhile, I was slee-ping peacefully in the stable while all these were happening.
Next thing I knew, I heard movements and turning, I saw six girls standing around me. They all told me to be quiet and they began str!pping themselves off their clothes.
Mary and Sandra were standing at the doorway, keeping guard.
I looked at Mary and frowned. She shrugged sadly. ” I guess we all have to share you with them.”
I almost cried.
I tried to get up but they held me down and Sandra and Mary helped the first girl in obtaining her disvir-ginity.
EPISODE SIX:
Now I was drowned with a lot of commotion. Mary and Sandra shared me with the other girls. I was getting weaker and weaker by the day but the girls didn’t seemed to care. All they were concerned about was getting their satisfaction. I was now in two minds we-ther to leave the Covent or to stay.
On a good Saturday afternoon I was cleaning the girls rooms as usual when I noticed something strange and curious.
There was a door that stood wi-de opened accidentally. I was curious because that was the only room I hadn’t cleaned since I began this cleaning job. I went into the room and peeked in. It wasn’t a room but a staircase leading up to another room high up the stairs. I was curious so I went in with my broom and dustpan.
Climbing each stair brou-ght out excitement in me that I’d never felt before.
I st©pped in front of the door and knocked.
No answer.
I looked behind me. I was all alone. Everyone else had gone for prayers.
Putting a little pressure on the door, I felt it moved. I stepped into a big room, much bigger than the other girls rooms. It had everything to make you comfortable although there wasn’t a fridge or television but it was homey and nice.
The be-d in the middle of the room surprised me.
King sized be-d with satin covers and fluffy pink pillows. If I’m not mistaking, only one person in this Covent owns this room.
That would be Cas-sandra.
Holy sh*t. I had to get out of here fast.
Then my broom fell down on the floor. As I bent to pick it up, I st©pped and stared below the be-d.
What I saw s£nt spider legs crawling up my spine.
dil-dos.
Big fat dil-dos. Some were black, some were pink, some were red and they all come in different shapes and sizes.
To be honest, I was shocked to my bone marrow.
What were these S-x toys doing in the room of a high ranking nun of a Covent?
Other questions c@m£ but I was too lost in my thoughts to answer any of them. I rose to my feet and stared at the be-d. un-derneath the pillow was a book.
A novel.
I fished it out and stared at it.
Black Book Chronicles.
That was the name of the creepy novel. I stared at it and from the looks of it, I could tell it was a brown novel probably written in the 19s.
I scrambled out of the room and left immediately for my stable where I la-id on my be-d and thought about Cas-sandra.
That woman must be dee-per in the things of sin than I was.
I glanced at the novel and opened it.
Black book Chronicles.
I wondered what’s Soo special about this book but i was determined to re-ad it all the same.
The first story sounds kinda funny from the title:
PUTTING DEVIL INTO HELL.
It was about a v!rg!norphaned girl who was adopted into the Church. She was naive in the things of God but she had a zeal to serve him. She made an oat to give God the greatest service she can offer to him but she was confused how to go about it.
So this innocent girl of 16 met a friar and told him of her oat. The friar told her if she must offer God her greatest service, she should go to the deserts and pray and fast for revelation on how to go about her service.
Well to me, as foolish as the girl was, she went and prayed in the desert for days without food and water.
One day, she sighted a hut with a camp fire. Approaching the hut, she met a holy man. After the man must’ve given her bre-ad and some water to drink, he asked her why she was alone in the desert for she was such a young girl.
The girl told him her mission and asked if he could help her in growing her spiritual faith and teach her more about the things of God.
The holy man stared at her. She was of no doubt, beautiful and young. If he kept her with him, he’d be tem-pted to sleep with her and he was not the type to commit such sins before God.
And so this holy man refused and s£nt her away to another holy man who he said was more holier than him.
When the young girl arrived and told the holy man about her mission, he too, afraid he might be tem-pted as well, s£nt her to another holy man a little further away from him.
And so the girl c@m£ to this young holy man who after she must’ve told him her mission, he agreed to teach her the things of God and as-sist her in her mission.
After spending two days with this young man, he began having tempting S-xual urge towards the young innocent girl. She was Soo beautiful and young and ripe. But he was a holy man. He can’t commit such a sin before God.
Then after a while he suc¢v-mbe-d into temptation and he began plotting on how to take this girl as his own. He didn’t want to frightened her nor did he want to r@p£ her.
He suddenly thought of an idea.
The next day, he called the young girl into his room and sat her down.
” My dear, it’s about time you offer your greatest service to God, today. Are you sure you are re-ady?” He asked.
” Yes, sir,” she answered. ” I’m re-ady to do anything.”
Now the young man began to lecture her about the devil. He told her why the devil was cast to hell. He explained to her how harsh and mean the devil was and how God loves people who puts devil into hell.
The girl listen with intense attention. ” So you mean people who plea-ses God the most are people who puts devil Into hell?”
” Yes,” he said. ” Are you re-ady to put the devil Into hell?”
” I’m re-ady to do it,” she said.
” Good,” he smiled. ” Anything you see me do, you do it without hesitation you un-derstand?”
” Yes, your grace,” the young girl said.
Then this young man started str!pping off his clothes until he was stark n-ked. The girl also got rid of her clothes. Then the man knelt down in a position as if he was about to pray. The girl also did the same.
When the man looked up and saw the beauty of the girls b©dy, he’s man-hood started to rise, strong and stiff.
The girl watched this and marvelled. ” Sir, what Is this thing that you have that I don’t that is rising from your b©dy?”
He winced in pain and began growling. ” My dear, this is the devil I’m telling you about. He’s killing me. He’s causing me Soo much pains and discomfort.”
The girl laughed and cl@pped. ” Wow, meaning I’m better off than you. It must be very painful.”
” Yes,” the young man said, ” but you have hell. And God loves people who puts devil Into hell.”
The girl looked un-derneath her and nodded. ” Oh, I un-derstand. So what will happen if you put devil into my hell?”
The man smiled. ” Then the devil will leave me alone and I’ll be free of his torture.”
The girl looked amazed. ” Just like that? Well let’s try and put your devil into my hell so that we can save your life.”
” Thank you, my dear,” he said and he opened her legs and went in.
The girl cried for it was her first Time. It made me think of the young nuns I’ve disvir-gined.
” Oh my,” she cried. ” This devil must be a wicked one for he even torture my hell with his big head.”
The man consoled her and the devil left him.
The next day, the devil returned back and the girl was willing to freely opened her hell to get rid of the devil.
With Time she began to enjoy her new job of putting devil into hell and whenever she sees the devil rising, she gr-abs the young man and returns the devil back to where he rightfully belongs.
I st©pped re-ading this very Interesting story and smiled.
So this was what Cas-sandra was enjoying every night before going to be-d. I ran back to her room and quietly hid the novel back into her pillow. There were other stories to be re-ad but there was no time to re-ad all.
I was certain about one thing though. Cas-sandra was a bad, spoilt, dirty, per-vert ???
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