The Convent Pt. 02

There were chairs nearby, but Ryan made no move to sit on them. Nor did he hold the older woman's gaze, but instead dropped his head respectfully and looked at the floor. After a moment or so, she cleared her throat.

"So, initiate 652" - that had been his only name, since his training began - "what do we make of you?"

She didn't wait for him to respond - not that he could have, even if he hadn't recognised the question as purely rhetorical.

"You come here with an appalling attitude, get caged on your first day - and since then, you're the model trainee? Studious, obedient, disciplined, brilliant at makeup, as I can see for myself... so how does that happen?"

Ryan kept his gaze firmly fixed on the carpet. After a moment's silence, in which he could hear papers being shuffled, Sister Mercy asked: "Do you think you have what it takes to be a sister in our Blessed Order?"

This time he did look up. Doing everything in his power to conceal the sudden leap of hope, he gave a respectful nod. The nun locked at him steadily, then sighed and closed a file.

"Very well," she said. "Take off your habit."

If Ryan was surprised by the instruction, he didn't show it. Without hesitating, he removed his wimple and tunic, and stood before the nun in his pink underwear. "The rest can go too," she added. Without a word, Ryan stepped out of his boots and then removed the tights, panties and corset. At a gesture from Sister Mercy, he put all his clothes in a bin, along with the shoes.

"You won't be wearing pink again," she informed him. "Either you pass the test and dress in white, or it's a servant's role for you - either here or somewhere else."

So, he thought, he was to be given the chance of becoming a novice. But what was to be the test?

The door to the study opened, perhaps at some unseen signal, and the two novices entered. "Get her ready" was the senior nun's terse instruction.

They escorted Ryan to a spacious and comfortable bedroom, with a large dressing table and an ensuite bathroom. The decor, again, was nothing like the other parts of the convent. But he worked hard not to gawp, concentrating instead on following the novices' instructions.

Not that he had to do very much. They started by rubbing a sweetly-scented oil into his skin. As their hands ranged all over his body, it occurred to him that it was not all that long since he would have paid a lot of money to have such beautiful young women pampering him in this way. But he did his best to block that thought.

Even when one of them seemed to pay extra close attention to his budding breasts, pinching and stroking the nipples until they stiffened and sent tingles into his otherwise quiescent groin, he kept his face impassive.

Once they were satisfied he was fully perfumed, they dressed him in a white corset with attachments at the bottom to which they fastened white fishnet stockings. He had not worn stockings before, as opposed to tights, but they felt surprisingly comfortable. The corset also had cups at the top, which helped both support and accentuate his little boobs. He caught a glimpse of them in a mirror and was shocked by how prominent they were becoming.

The next item was more of a challenge - white shoes with heels at least a couple of inches higher than any he'd previously tried. But the novices gave him a couple of minutes to practise and despite the deep pile of the expensive-looking carpet on (or through) which he was forced to walk, he got the hang of them soon enough.

Finally, there was a white headdress to put on. But no robe, and also no panties. At a gesture from the novices, Ryan knelt down on the bedroom floor, facing the king-size bed in the centre of the room. He heard the door close behind him and then... nothing.

An hour and a half later, he was still in the same position. It would have been so easy to get up and see what was happening, or even just to look around. But all his newly acquired and carefully honed survival instincts were telling him to stay put. This was a test, after all - he'd been told that. And even if he hadn't, it would still have been a test - just like everything else in this awful place.

So even when the door finally opened, he still didn't look round. "Well, don't you look the part?" came Sister Mercy's sardonic voice. She walked past him and then turned round. She was dressed in just the same way as he was - only in black. And her heavy breasts were not contained in the slightest by her corset, but spilled out invitingly.

Plus there was one other crucial difference. He wasn't wearing a gigantic strapon dildo.

He kept his face as composed and expressionless as he could. But he could not help staring at the huge black dong jutting from her groin. The nun smiled as she saw the direction of his gaze, and the way his eyes nearly crossed as she positioned herself in front of him and pushed the rubber phallus into his face. "Suck it," she ordered.

Ryan felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He had known as soon as he saw the dildo what it was likely to be for - and he was pretty sure there was worse to come. But his instincts for self-preservation were still holding. Opening his mouth, he engulfed the tip, which was shaped like the engorged head of a penis.

It felt really awkward, especially as he was trying hard not to touch it with his teeth. Something told him that Sister Mercy would not take kindly to any bite marks on her toy. He also had to work hard to tell himself that this was not really a man's cock, and that sucking it was just the simulation of an act he would never willingly perform. This was just pretend.

He repeated that mantra as he began moving his head along the shaft, his head bobbing in exactly the same way his girlfriend Dana's had done when sucking him off... No, he told himself, not like that at all. That was totally different.

"Well, aren't you the little slut?" commented the nun maliciously. "Done this before, have you? The bigger, the better, I'm guessing."

Ryan's bland expression didn't waver as he continued to work his mouth on the dildo. But he couldn't stop the flush that spread upwards from his neck, visible even through the powder and lotions that coated his face.

"Well, let's give you what you clearly want, shall we?"

Without warning, she grabbed his head and thrust the mock phallus deep into his mouth and down his gullet. Ryan gagged, making gurgling noises as his throat bulged. Reflexively, he sought to pull his head back, but Sister Mercy held him fast. His hands fluttered helplessly, wanting to try and break her grip, yet somehow restrained by the instinct of obedience. For long seconds, she held her position, then released him. Ryan coughed and choked helplessly, his face contorted and saliva drooling from his gaping mouth.

The nun watched him impassively as he fought to recover. When the choking had subsided, she uttered a single word. "Again."

Ryan's eyes flicked upwards. The nun's expression was implacable. He held her gaze for a few seconds, as they both waited to see what he would do. Because this was the real test, he was sure. Composing his face once more into the neutral expression he had been cultivating for months, he took the dildo into his mouth and gradually pushed his head forward.

He couldn't stop himself from gagging again as the toy breached his throat - the reflex was just too strong. And he wasn't sure he could force himself to keep going forward. So instead he reached behind the nun, grabbed her fleshy behind, and pulled her towards him.

He heard a grunt of surprise from above him, but ignored it. With a convulsive tug he pulled her artificial cock deep into his throat, not stopping until his nose was pressed against the harness strapped around her pelvis. And then he did the hardest thing he'd ever done in his life: he held it there, ignoring the desperate desire to expel the intruder from his throat.

He could not last long, but he held out as best he could until blind panic at the prospect of choking forced him to release his hold and regurgitate the dildo. This time the retching went on for considerably longer. Yet when he had recovered sufficiently to open his eyes, he once again located the head of the toy and resumed his fellatio.

"My, my, you do like to suck cock, don't you?" chuckled the nun. And yet it seemed to Ryan that there was just a hint of approval there as well. "But I think we should get more comfortable, don't you? Or I should anyway."

Pulling the phallus out of Ryan's mouth, its shaft dripping with his spittle, she climbed up on the bed, lay back, then beckoned him to follow. At her insistence, Ryan got on hands and knees between her splayed legs, then bent his head down to once more engulf the dildo.

"Keep sucking," she warned him. With his head down, he didn't see her nod to the person who had entered the room behind him. The first thing he knew of the other presence was when a cool gel was smeared in the crack between his buttocks. He gave a jerk of surprise and would have turned around, but a ringing slap on his behind from whoever was applying the gel and a warning growl from Sister Mercy dissuaded him.

Something pressed against his butt. Once again, he fought the instinct to shy away, holding himself still as the object probed against the puckered entrance to his rear passage. With his mouth still slavering on Sister Mercy's dildo, he managed to work his head sideways just long enough to take a brief glance in the mirrored wardrobe door adjoining the bed.

He caught a glimpse of what he more or less expected to see: another nun, like her sister wearing a black wimple and black lingerie, her huge strapon poised to invade his virgin asshole.

He had known since that first sight of Sister Mercy's rubber phallus that he was going at some point to be fucked - known it, but done his best not to think about it. And even now, with the second nun about to penetrate him, he willed his face to be blank and kept slurping away at the toy in his mouth as if he didn't have a care.

But then it happened. And all of a sudden he could not keep the shock and chagrin from his expression, could not prevent himself from turning round to look at the nun about to plunder his ass. As she said, in a tone so matter-of-fact it could only have been practised: "Hold still sweetie. Unless you want it to hurt a lot more than it's already going to."

It was Dana, his girlfriend.

To be continued