Part 2: The Nun's Fate
When I told you about what happened to me at our Medieval Bondage Party I promised to tell you about some of the things that happened to other people on that memorable night. Here is what happened to Rachel who arrived at the party dressed as a nun.
Rachel was the life and soul of any party. She always said that fat people were happy people – and she was a fat person! Rising no more than 5ft 4 above the floorboards she tipped the scales at about 170lb. She claimed that with her figure she would never need a car fitted with air bags! On the night of the party she breezed in dressed as a nun complete with the full headdress (including a wimple), the crucifix and the rosary beads. Questioned on her choice of dress she said that a nun’s habit was the only dress that did justice to her figure other than a bell tent. When she saw the rack at the end of the room her eyes lit up, “That’s just what I need. If you could make me about a foot taller I would not have to diet!” So it was she became the next victim to be stretched out on our latest acquisition – a very medieval looking rack.
The Chief Torturer soon had her laying on her back on the rack with cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Then he started to slowly turn the winch at the end of the rack. Click, click, click went the ratchet on the winch as inch-by-inch Rachel found her arms being stretched above her head with her ankles firmly anchored at the other end of the rack.
“Keep turning,” she giggled. “Remember I want to be a foot taller.”
There was still a little slack in the ropes when the Chief Torturer left the winch at the head end of the rack and started cranking the sides of the rack further and further apart.
“Ooh, aah,” she called out as she felt her wrists and ankles being stretched sideways. Of course, this also had the effect of increasing the tension on her legs and arms.
“Ooh, no more. Stop. You’ll split me in half, “she cried. But the Chief Torturer continued to crank the sides further apart until Rachel was spreadeagled and stretched to her limit. The Chief Torturer slid his leather-gloved hand up under her habit until it reached the top of her thigh. Then he started to massage her sex piece.
“No, no, stop. Get your hand out of there.” Rachel pleaded. Her pleas had little effect and she was in no position to do anything about it anyway – but she kept up a steady stream of protests.
“If you want me to stop you will have to do penance for you sins.”
“What sins?” asked Rachel obviously enjoying the attention her pussy was getting in spite of her protestations.
“The sins of the flesh of course – they’re not seemly for a sister of God.” retorted the Chief Torturer. “Anyway as you’re getting wet down here it shows that you enjoy the sins of the flesh. What will Mother Superior say? She’ll say that you must do penance.”
Rachel’s eyes and mouth betrayed the pleasure she was experiencing as he thrust his leather-glad finger past the hem of her panties and into her pussy.
“But before you are confined to your cell to do penance you must be punished for you sins. Therefore you are condemned to half an hour on the wheel.”
By this time Rachel was close to cumming and I don’t think she cared what penance she would have to carry out as long as that leather-clad finger kept thrusting in and out. But the finger slid out and she was left just short of a high as the Chief Torturer strapped a bondage belt round her waist. He then released her left wrist from the rack before quickly padlocking the cuff to a D-ring on the side of the belt. The cuff on her right wrist was soon padlocked to the D-ring on the opposite side.
It was only then that he released her ankles and led her across the room to where there was a large wheel. Rachel was backed against the wheel and her wrists strapped to the edge at 2 o’clock and 10 o’clock. Then her ankles were strapped spread wide apart near the bottom of the wheel. In spite of a lot of protests from Rachel, her habit was pulled up over her head to reveal that all she had on underneath was a bra to hold those massive tits and a flesh-coloured firm control brief. Next straps were tightened round her legs below her knees, around her ample thighs, her waist and her arms above and below her elbows. It was only then that her wrist cuffs were released one at a time so that her habit could be removed.
With Rachel helplessly secured the Chief Torturer started to rotate the wheel, pausing when she was dangling upside down. It was then that he turned to the rapidly gathering crowd and said that he thought she would enjoy the experience far more if that bra did not restrain her tits – and certainly the audience would find the sight more interesting. So off came the bra and those massive tits hung free. I do not need to tell you what they looked like as she hung upside down and then as the wheel was rotated – I’ll leave that to your imagination.
Again the Chief Torturer stopped the wheel with our sinful nun dangling upside down. “You’re not enjoying this as much as the rack are you?” He asked the protesting Rachel. “You’re not enjoying it as much, as you are missing the sins of the flesh because your pussy is not getting any attention. We’ll soon fix that!”
With that he left Rachel hanging upside down as he went off to the other end of the room. He returned with a 7-inch long 1½-inch diameter dildo. He pulled down Rachel’s briefs and slid it deep into her hot, wet pussy. With those firm control briefs back in place there was no chance of it slipping out. Again he started to rotate the wheel.
“Does anyone else want a turn?” he asked. There was no shortage of volunteers willing to rotate the wheel – if only to get a close up of those huge tits rolling and flopping round Rachel’s chest.
When she was finally released from the wheel she was completely spent, her hair was a dishevelled mess and her make-up streaked with sweat. Mother Superior decreed that as her penance she could have her bra back but not her habit until it was time to go home. With that Rachel headed off to the bathroom to tidy herself up and remove the huge dong that was still deep inside her pussy. When she reappeared she had draped a bath towel round her waist as she was embarrassed by the large wet patch in the crotch of her briefs.
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15.01.07
story continues in Medieval Dungeon Party Part 3: His Highly-Strung Lordship
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