Broken Vows Ch. 5

Mary looked around the suite of rooms. She could see a huge bedroom through one doorway, a small kitchenette to one side and the large living area she stood in. There was a fireplace and windows lined two wall that looked out at the trees and a small lake. If circumstances were different, she would have loved the old world look to the room. The antiques and rugs had an old English flavor. Her gaze finally rested on Uncle Benton. With a heartbeat of boldness, she asked, “Why?”

Uncle Benton laughed. “Why? Why not? Because I can? Because I asked and your idolized Father Kirk agreed. I saw the way you looked at him. You are really quite transparent. I even hinted as much to him and he didn’t deny it. So to buy my silence, not to mention more classrooms etc. he agreed to let me have you. You should be happy Mary, I wanted you back forever. He gave me only tonight. So let’s not waste any of my time.”

Benton looked at Hensley. “Strip her,” he said coldly. He sat down in a wing back chair like it was his throne. And for all practical purposes, he was king of this room right now. He could do anything and get away with it. He knew it and loved it.

“Uncle no!” shouted Mary. “Please I beg you don’t do this. You will defile God and me. Please Uncle, please,” Mary broke down sobbing and tried to wrench her wrist away from Hensley. Hopefully she looked at Hensley, “Please Hensley, please don’t do this?” She waited breathlessly, hoping.

Hensley cleared his throat and said respectfully, “I’m sorry Miss.” He then yanked her toward him and pulled her white nun’s veil off her head. Her luxurious rich honey brown hair fell down around her shoulders. As it framed her face, her rich green eyes flared in despair. Hensley ignored the agony of her eyes and proceeded to lift her habit over her struggling body. “Please Miss, I’ll hurt you if you don’t quit struggling!” He grunted as he wrestled with her.

Mary yanked and pulled trying to get her wrist free but Hensley’s grip on her was too strong. She screamed when she felt her habit pulled over her head until it hung on the arm he was gripping. She scooted back and around him trying to hide from her watching Uncle. Crushing her wrist he wrestled her in front of him, exposing her naked body to Benton. Quickly, he grabbed her with his other arm around her ribs, just under her bare breasts and let go of her wrist. Her habit fell to the floor in a whoosh, degraded and discarded on the floor like a used towel.

Mary fought Hensley for all she was worth, stomping on his foot, kicking back at his shins. She grabbed for his arms and flung her elbows back at him attempting to make him let her go.

Hensley, in an effort to subdue her, grabbed both flailing wrists and pulled them back up high behind her back, making her squeal and rise to her tiptoes. Her head was thrown back in agony, resting on his shoulder. Her breasts were thrust forward by the arch of her back, her nipples dark and angry jutting out defiantly. She danced on her tiptoes, trying to ease the ache on her shoulders. Hensley glanced down at the naked squirming girl. He saw the flutter of the vein just beneath the skin on her delicate neck and the beautiful form of her breasts and body. He was not immune to handling a naked squirming girl and his cock rose and throbbed painfully in his trousers. Breathing hard from the fight, he looked up to see what Mr. Benton wanted next.

“Nicely done Hensley, bring her forward please,” Benton said.

Hensley walked Mary toward Benton on her tiptoes, afraid to let up on her for fear she would kick out at him or worse, Mr. Benton.

Whimpering, Mary tiptoed forward, her shoulders throbbing in agony until she began to beg, “Please, Hensley, please let up please.”

“Not quite yet, little Mary, Mary quite contrary,” said Benton. He waited until Hensley had moved the girl directly between his insolently spread legs, her naked body flushed and quivering. He took his index finger and licked it, flicking it back and forth across her nipple. He licked it again and flicked the other nipple. His cock twitched in his pants. He reached up and pinched both nipples firmly then lifted her up, up, up.

The agony was excruciating and Mary bellowed indelicately in pain. It felt like her nipples were being ripped off her breasts.

Suddenly, Benton released the little nubs of pain and watched her breasts bounce back jiggling into place. Just lovely he thought. Curiously he said, “Mary, will you obey me? If I tell Hensley to let you go, will you behave yourself?” He grabbed a pinch of flesh on the underside of her arm and twisted it cruelly, causing another shout of pain from the poor girl.

“Yes! Uncle yes!” Mary screamed.

“Release her, Hensley,” Benton said.

Gratefully, Hensley released the poor child. She crumpled at his feet, down between Benton’s legs.

Benton looked at the weeping girl, naked on the floor between his legs. Just the way he liked them. “Remember, Mary, you said you would behave yourself. I hope you do, for you sake,” Benton said, the threat evident in his words. Benton twined his fingers in Mary’s hair and pulled it back till her tear-streaked face was tilted up towards him. He looked at her and smiled.

Mary knelt naked between his legs and looked at him smile at her. She realized in that instant that he could hurt her without remorse. He had an odd detachment from things that she couldn’t define, but she was suddenly very scared.

“You see, I like a bit of struggle in a girl at first, but afterwards it’s rather tiresome,” he said. “I want you to be good now.” He stroked her cheek with one finger wiping away the tears. He smoothed his finger across her eyelids and wiped her tears there. “There now, no more tears.”

Breathing shallow, her heart pounding in her chest she gulped back her sobs and tried to compose herself – hard to do naked and bruised, kneeling in front of this sadist. How could Father Kirk do this to her? How could he?

Leaning back in the chair, still looking at her, he told Hensley, “Let the cat out of the bag, Hensley.”

Mary was totally confused until she felt Hensley lean over her and saw his hands undo Benton’s belt, unzip his zipper and pull out a huge, stiff prick. Gasping, Mary saw that Benton’s cock was easily 9 inches long and very wide. She fell back against Hensley’s legs, which prevented her from further escape. She couldn’t take her eyes off the huge throbbing monstrosity before her.

“Stroke it,” Benton said.

Hensley reached over her and started to grab Benton’s cock.

“Not you, you idiot, her!” Benton hissed.

Mary almost laughed from the craziness of it all, until she looked up and saw Benton’s hard glittering gray eyes boring into hers.

“Help her up on her knees Hensley, she is quite overcome I think,” said Benton dryly.

Hensley reached under Mary’s arms and pulled her into a kneeling position, he took Mary’s hand and wrapped it around Benton’s throbbing, engorged cock and let go.

At first, Mary just held the enormous pulsing meat in her fist. Still afraid of her Uncle Benton, she began to stroke up and down the length of the shaft. Her small hand would barely go around the big column of cock meat. She felt humiliated knowing that Hensley was watching everything. She didn’t even have the courtesy of privacy to her shame.

“Kneel down behind Mary and fondle her breasts Hensley,” Benton said languorously, watching from heavy lidded eyes.

Mary felt Hensley’s warm body against her back. His heavy breathing was in her ear as his arms went around her. She continued to slowly pump Uncle Benton’s rigid cock as she felt Hensley’s warm, strong fingers kneading, stroking and caressing her breasts. He ignored her nipples, which made them ache even more. Mary couldn’t help herself, she leaned back against him, his body catching hers, holding her upright. She never let up firmly stroking Uncle Benton’s cock.

“Mouth,” said Benton.

Hensley pushed Mary’s face toward Uncle Benton’s cock until her nose was almost mashed against it. Leaning over her he whispered, “Lick him you foolish girl, lick him like you mean it, lick him like you like it or he will hurt you.” Hensley’s cock raged captive in his trousers. How he hated and loved this man. He could barely think for feel of this young girl helpless between them, his cock pressed firmly against her bare backside.

Mary stroked the long, thick shaft with her hand, licking the top of the bulbous head with her sweet, warm, wet tongue.

“Ah, yes, little nun, like that,” Benton said, breathing out slowly.

Hensley resumed his caresses to her breasts, circling the nipples, zeroing in on them like sharks to prey. He breathed into her ear; his head pressed against hers as he finally felt the firm peaks on his fingers. He stroked them and flicked them back and forth, feeling her shudder under him. He could smell her scent, musk mixed with fear and adrenaline. He let out a moan.

Mary was dizzy with sexual tension, hers, theirs all around her. She began to lick and suck the head of her uncle’s cock, tasting the salt of his precum. Pursing her lips, she stroked his cock, giving little sucks to just the tip of Benton’s cock, sucking the precum out, licking the head with her velvety tongue. She could feel Hensley’s hard cock through his trousers pressing against her bare bottom, nestled in the crack of her ass. His fingers were driving her senses wild as they stoked the fires that were in her tender, aching nipples. She let out a moan.

“Yes,” murmured Benton, totally relaxed back in the chair, his throne. Arms decadently hanging down beside the chair, Mary do all the work. He just enjoyed the sensation of his niece’s tongue on his prick, licking the head, her hand stroking the entire length of his fat cock. He watched them through slit eyes. Watched Hensley fondle the young nun, his niece. Watched Mary licking his cock, moaning every now and then as Hensley stroked her nipples.

The girl’s tongue felt incredible. She was really getting into it. Licking and sucking it like a candy. Sweet nun niece. Sweet, nice, nun, niece. His mind wandered as she sucked him. It felt so good.

“Is she wet, Hensley?” He asked thickly, his speech slurred with debauchery. He watched Hensley reach down to Mary’s bald, baby-smooth snatch and cup her.

“Yes, Sir, very wet,” Hensley said hoarsely. He took advantage and pressed his palm against her clitoris, feeling the swollen little bundle of nerves. He vibrated his hand back and forth eliciting a long moan from Mary.

“Ah, I like that, make her moan on my cock some more Hensley, but I don’t want her to cum,” Benton said. His cock swelled even more as he watched the head stretch his nieces mouth wide, saw the circumference bulge her cheeks outwards like a chipmunk. With a slight detachment he felt her switch hands, then surprisingly, he felt fingers stroking his balls. She moaned some more.

Mary’s mind whirled beyond thinking as she sucked the fat hunk of cock meat. Hensley’s palm manipulated her clitoris back and forth and sent wicked pleasure through her feverish body. Hensley’s other arm was around her stabilizing her, his cock throbbing between her bare ass cheeks. She couldn’t help it, she was aroused, crazy with desire. She gave in to it. Acknowledged it and accepted it.

Moaning, she sucked the fat head of her Uncle’s cock deeper into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the velvety surface and the thick ridge. Her fingers gripped him tighter, her others teasing his balls. She began to grind her clitoris against Hensley’s palm, feeling the wetness of her own juices on his hand. Mashing her clitoris against his palm she heard Hensley moan, this excited her even more. Shuddering, she whimpered while continuing to suck Benton’s cock head.

“Stop you fool, she’s going to cum,” Benton said harshly to Hensley.

Mary moaned, obediently still sucking.

“Very good Mary, stop now,” Uncle Benton said.

Hensley pulled Mary off of Benton’s cock. Holding her up.

Benton looked at Mary, disheveled and wanton, her hair mussed, her face smeared with saliva and his own precum. ‘Mmm, Mary. Pretty nun niece who sucks my cock so delightfully.”

Mary blushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. She looked at his thick wet cock in dismay. It was still hard, fat and throbbing.

“Take more than a bit of head to make this old thing go down, Mary,” Benton said and chuckled. He grabbed the base of his cock and waggled it back and forth, watching Mary’s eyes follow it.

“Hensley, help dear Mary up and escort her to the necessary room, clean her up a bit won’t you? Then present her back to the bedroom, on the bed. You know how I want her,” Benton said. “And Hensley? No taking pity on her and getting her off while in the water closet.” Benton looked at Hensley knowingly. “You are such a pushover, marshmallow Hensley.”

“Quite right, Sir, as you say,” Hensley muttered. He pulled Mary up and caught her as she wobbled. Picking her up easily in his arms, he carried her off to the bathroom to Benton’s laughter.

Mary tiredly nestled her head against the gentle giant. “Hensley, won’t you please get me out of here?” She asked without much hope. She understood now that for whatever reason, Hensley would do anything that Benton asked of him. Strangely, this didn’t make her hate Hensley but like him.

“No, Miss, sorry,” Hensley said after a moment’s pause. He deposited her in the bathroom and pointed to the toilet.

“Absolutely not with you watching me!” She cried, crossing her arms in front of her and glaring at him, her green eyes spitting sparks.

He hissed at her, “Be quiet you little fool! You will go over there and relieve yourself now. It’s either that or go through the humiliation of an enema with our Master Benton out there! He will fill you so full you will burst in front of anyone. Now get over there and pee!” Hensley begged her with his eyes.

She quickly understood the lessor of two evils and promptly sat on the pot. “I can’t!” She wailed. “Not with you watching me, at least turn your back, please?” She sat as primly as possible on the toilet, too tense to urinate.

“Not a chance, little Miss, you would probably attack me with the toilet paper roll. Now do it quick before he gets tired of waiting.”

Mary covered her her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. “You are not here, you are not here, you are not here,” she chanted. Finally, a steady yellow stream of urine rushed from her, filling the blue water of the toilet bowl, making it green.

Hensley almost laughed as he watched the girl cover her ears and squeeze her eyes shut. In fact, he did laugh but silently. She was so proper and so wanton all at the same time. The contradictions in her were so delicious.

She finished and looked up at him blushing as red as a lobster. “There! Are you happy you horrible man?”

“No, the other now,” he said, quite seriously. “I wasn’t lying about the enema Mary, please do this or it will be much worse for you. I’m sorry, I am, but you must.”

The color drained from Mary’s face and she whispered to Hensley, “Please Hensley, please, I’ll do as you ask but please turn around and cover your ears. I promise, I swear, and I am a nun Hensley, I swear I will not attack you. Where would I go anyway Hensley, you would catch me, Uncle Benton would catch me. I know there is nothing for me to do but get this wretched night over with so I can return to the convent. But there is no way in hell that I can, that I can do that with you watching me!” She finished with a high-pitched squeak to her voice.

“Shh, fine but hurry Mary. When you are done, tap me on the shoulder.” Hensley wasn’t sure he could trust Mary, but he gave her the benefit of a doubt. After all, she had sworn and she was a nun. That had to mean something.

Mary took advantage of Hensley’s cooperation and quickly finished her business and cleaned herself up. Flushing the toilet, she tapped Hensley on the shoulder and suddenly found herself in face down on the tile floor of the bathroom with Hensley’s knee in her back.

“Oh my, sorry Mary, reflex you know,” Hensley said apologetically. He helped her up. He led her to the big counter next to the sink. Laying a big, plush towel on the counter he said, “Hop up there Mary and spread those delightful legs of yours for me please.”

“I beg your pardon?” Mary asked incredulously.

“Mary, if you are going to question my every request Mr. Benton will come in here and find out what the problem is. When he figures out you are not cooperating, he will hurt you. Now, climb up there and spread, your, legs.” Hensley looked at her sternly, his voice deadly serious and punctuating his command.

Mary sighed and clambered up onto the counter and shyly spread her legs open. She looked up at the ceiling while Hensley soaped and then shaved her pubic area, removing any stubble. As he stretched her skin this way and that, scrapping the razor over her delicate skin, she shivered. She held her breath, as he scraped close by her clitoris.

“Breath or you will pass out,” Hensley said exasperated.

“Well, if it was your hair that was being shaved by your cock you wouldn’t breathe either!” She exclaimed indignantly.

Rinsing her off, Hensley ran his hand over the shaved area checking for stray hairs or stubble. “There, all finished. Smooth as silk, soft as velvet. Back out we go love, for round 2.”

In the meantime, Benton had been listening by the door, enjoying the banter between the two of them. He stroked his cock to keep it hard. When he heard them begin to finish up, he walked quickly into the kitchen area to check the clock. Ah, nearly 8:00 p.m. Time for dinner to come he thought, delighted.

“Hensley! Come here with our luscious trollop, quick.” Benton sat in his throne chair again, his cock huge and red, hanging out from his pants. “Hensley, dinner is about to come. Stand by my chair and pull out your cock from your trousers. Mary, kneel in front of us. Quickly now!” He said sharply.

Hensley moved beside Benton’s chair and pulled his cock out. It was a healthy 7 inches and thick. The head a dusty rose in color, the shaft a paler ivory with faint blue veins showing in the shaft. He sucked in a hissing breath as Benton grabbed his cock and jerked it a few times.

“There! Better. Mary don’t stand there with your mouth open, kneel down girl!” Benton said like an excited child.

Naked, Mary did as her crazy Uncle requested. Then she heard the door chime. Mortified she understood.

“Come in, please!” Benton shouted at the door gleefully. His thick red cock was jumping in his lap.

Hensley’s cock was also throbbing and upright at attention.

Mary, on her hands and knees, her ass facing the door, turned a little sideways and watched as the door swung open. She saw too starched and pressed waiters come into the room pushing a cart. They didn’t even look up, but proceeded to set the table for two.

“Suck me Mary, my nun niece, suck my fat cock now!” Benton said to her loudly enough for the waiters to hear.

Sickened, Mary leaned forward and licked her Uncle’s cock. Up and down the shaft and around the head, teasing around the ridge, kissing, licking, slurping. Closing her eyes, she didn’t see her Uncle take Hensley cock and start to stroke it. She heard a moan and with her eyes looked over and saw Hensley pumping his hips, his cock into her Uncle’s hand. The sight of this strangely aroused her and she felt the juices dribble down her inner thighs from her pussy.

The waiters finished setting out the dishes and the platters, stepped back from the table and hesitated. Keeping their eyes to the floor, they asked in unison, “Will that be all, Sir?” Both of them fervently hoped so, but you never knew with the filthy rich.

“No! That’s not all. Come jack off on my nun niece here, all over her back,” Uncle Benton commanded.