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In Mother's Care. Chapter Three.
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After weeks of training and careful manipulation, Isabelle is put to use by Mother Linna, falling completely into her new life as an anal-loving submissive.
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“It’s alright, pup, I’m sure no one saw.” Linna laughed as she and Isabelle stepped into their room late one Thursday night.
She patted her gently on the shoulder, but her young ward scurried away from her comforting hand, still clutching the prominent bulge that was tenting her skirt.
“Everyone saw!” Isabelle hissed, throttling her dick and glowing a bright crimson. “They all saw!”
“It’s perfectly natural.” Linna smiled, untying the cinch that held her robes tight over her voluptuous hips. The smooth black fabric of her robes loosened and she shrugged her shoulders, sending the heavy garment to the cold stone floor with a heavy thump. “Mother Superior is a very attractive woman.”
Isabelle whined, “It’s not my fault!” she said, biting her lip as she squeezed her cock a little harder, the pole of flesh only throbbing happily at the attention. “I can’t control when it gets hard! It won’t go down! I hoped these panties would hide it but they’re useless!” She kicked off the offending panties and growled as she saw her skirt bulging just as much at the front as before.
“You’ll get the hang of it.”
Linna’s undershirt and pants joined her robe on the floor, the entire pile being kicked aside by a furry foot as the nun’s eyes admired Isabelle from behind. The girl’s new wardrobe was standard for all of the girls who were ‘guests’ of the convent, and struck the perfect balance between innocent and sinfully accessible. The plain grey shirt was simple and conservative, but tight around the chest and very easily unbuttoned. The dark blue plaid skirt was long enough to reach the girls’ knees, but easily lifted up so they could be enjoyed. Officially, part of the outfit was a pair of tights that would cover the girls’ legs, but Linna had conveniently forgotten these, leaving Isabelle’s lovely long legs bare.
“She did it on purpose.” Isabelle whined as Linna stroked her bulge, oblivious to her mentor’s undressing. “Being so goddamn sensual. She wanted me to get hard, she wanted to humiliate me.”
“Language.” Linna rumbled, unhooking her bra and tossing it over to join the rest of her clothes. “I’m sure Mother Superior had no idea you’d find her so arousing.”
“She was staring right at me, her head was right by my… my crotch.”
“You expected her to wash your feet standing up?” Linna chuckled. Isabelle huffed impatiently and threw herself down onto her bed.
“I don’t understand why she was washing our feet anyway.” She muttered. “Stupid religious nonsense.”
Linna pursed her lips, a low growl building up in the back of her throat. She took a calming breath and sighed. “It is an ancient tradition dating back to the last supper.” She said patiently. “Jesus washed the feet of his twelve apostles, a symbol of respect and humility, showing that even though he was the son of god, he was not above those who followed him. Every Maundy Thursday, our convent does the same, and Mother Superior washes the feet of our newest nuns and our guests.”
“But why was she so sexual about it?” Isabelle complained, cheeks flushing as she saw Linna’s plump furry body on full display. “She was looking me in the eye… I could feel her breath on my dick! And everyone was s… staring at me! It was like she wanted me to be aroused, like she wanted me hard so she could…” she trailed off, swallowing nervously.
“Go on.” Linna smiled, stroking her hair back into place from where it had been tousled by her habit, and then giving her ears an affectionate scratch.
“She wanted me to do something.” Isabelle said, “Grab her, kiss her… make her suck my cock. She was challenging me, I know it! Like she wanted to provoke me into doing something that would get me into trouble!”
“Did you want to?”
“I… yeah.” Isabelle admitted.
“And you didn’t.” Linna beamed. “My training is paying off.”
“I knew if I couldn’t control myself I’d get in trouble!” Isabelle scowled. “She would have punished me worse than you ever do.”
Linna’s lips curled and she placed her hands on her hips. “So, you were afraid of punishment, not discovery?”
Isabelle swallowed again and shuffled uncomfortably on the bed.
“You weren’t afraid of being found out? That every woman in this convent would know what a needy little slut you are? That they’d see you cock and laugh at how easy you are to tease?” Linna purred, taking slow, patient steps towards her prey, cock throbbing in her panties. “You were afraid that Mother Superior would punish you for misbehaving, that she’d lock your sweet little cock away? That she’d stretch your cute little asshole until you couldn’t walk anymore? That she’d lash you to her desk and spank you raw? That she’d lock you away in her chambers, and use your lovely lips whenever she needed release?”
Isabelle whined, both her hands squeezing her erection as she trembled. Linna brushed her legs apart and tugged away her hands, taking a gentle grip of Isabelle’s base and smiling as the girl gasped. Her soft, leathery palm stroked slowly up Isabelle’s shaft, the fine fur of her fingers tickling her hot, clammy flesh and the neatly trimmed claws at their ends giving a gentle scratch to her skin.
“My question is this, pup.” She whispered, her words carrying her hot breath over Isabelle’s head and making her whimper all the more. “You clearly ache to have every last thing I described done to you. So why did you truly resist your urges? Why not give in and let Mother Superior punish your weakness like you crave?”
“Everyone would have seen… ah!” Isabelle began before yelping as Linna’s claws pressed against her shaft just enough to hurt, but not enough to break the skin or do any real damage.
“No lies, pup, why did you really resist?”
“B… because of you.” Isabelle croaked. “Please… mother… ah… too tight!”
Linna bared her teeth in a pleased smile and relaxed her grip.
Isabelle averted her eyes shyly and bit her lip. “I didn’t want… Mother Superior to do those things to me.” she admitted weakly. “I… I could only think about… you.”
“Me?” Linna asked innocently.
Isabelle’s already flushed face bloomed as red as a tomato and she shifted restlessly as much as she could in Linna’s grasp. “Um… you know… you’re the only person I’ve ever… done that sort of thing with, that’s all. It’s not like… I like you, it’s just it felt weird to imagine someone else.”
Linna smiled and moved forwards. “Of course, pup.” she parted her lips and pressed a tender kiss to Isabelle, one padded palm caressing her cheek whilst the other massaged her pole. “I’m quite fond of you too.”
“O… oh.” Isabelle breathed as Linna’s lips left hers, chest heaving. “Um…”
“Hush, let mother take care of you.” the nun breathed, bringing herself downwards so that her fat, furred breasts smothered the breathless girl’s prick. Isabelle had felt Linna’s breasts before, pressed against her back when Linna masturbated her, or against her thigh as she trained her asshole. On one memorable occasion Linna had pinned her to the wall, using her superior size and mass to trap Isabelle in place, her nubile chest smothered by fat, furry titmeat.
This time Isabelle could feel the warm weight of the massive globes of flesh, how hot they were as they caressed her cock, how soft Linna’s pale underbelly fur was. She let out a soft moan as Linna’s arms pressed on either side of her bust, changing the gentle weight resting against Isabelle’s pole to a tight, warm grip.
“I thought I might treat you, pup.” Linna smiled, shifting her weight before tugging her bust upwards over Isabelle’s shaft. “You’ve always been so enchanted by my breasts.”
“Ah, mother!” Isabelle gasped as Linna pressed her weight downwards again, bringing her tits smacking against her crotch. The plump pink head of Isabelle’s cock emerged from the furry vice of flesh and Linna chuckled.
“Hmm, you really do have a sweet little cock.” She teased, blowing a cool breath over the sensitive flesh and grinning as Isabelle whimpered. “Pretty and cute, just like you, pup.”
“You think I’m pretty?” Isabelle groaned sarcastically.
Linna smirked, “Don’t get smart, pup, not when I’ve got your cock in my grasp.” She bowed down and nipped the very tip of the dick penetrating her cleavage with her teeth to mark her point, drawing a sharp squeak of surprise from Isabelle’s lips. She smiled and wrapped her lips around the pulsing pink head, swirling her broad, rough tongue around it before winking to Isabelle, who somehow managed to go even redder.
The combined blowjob and titjob was driving an already frustrated Isabelle mad with need, her cock singing with delight at all the attention whilst Isabelle whined and moaned and clung to the hem of her skirt. Linna had plenty of experience with just how mind-blowing her little treat could be on the unexperienced. Her first ‘mentee’ had passed clean away the first time she’d tried it, ruining a very well-planned out evening of debauchery on Linna’s part. The second girl she’d mentored had blown her load quite messily over her cleavage, it had taken a while to get all that sperm out of her fur, and for the girl’s stamina to recover, ruining another potential evening of fun for her.
This time, she would be careful to edge her little playmate to the limit, but not tip her over the edge. She’d be careful, meticulous, teasing and precise. She wouldn’t let her eagerness make her clumsy, she would enjoy her pup’s first time properly, she was determined.
It helped that Isabelle was by far her favourite girl so far, lean and tight like a runner, with a lovely rump and sweet little tits. Her cute face and nervous blush and lovely blonde hair… she reminded Linna of one of the girls she’d had a crush on in her youth. Her name was lost to time at this point, but the image of a sandy-haired girl with a shy smile laughing in the low warm light of a swiss summer sunset. Maybe it was just that, but Isabelle really was sweet, all that attitude slowly melting away to reveal a genuinely curious and charming young woman.
“Oh Christ!” Isabelle squeaked on cue, her grip on her skirt twisting so hard she actually frayed the plaid fabric. Linna pulled away and smiled, giving her tits a jiggle with her elbows before speaking sternly.
“I can assure you; he has nothing to do with this.” She tutted. “You’re getting close, aren’t you pup?”
“Um… no?” Isabelle blushed hesitantly. Linna pursed her lips before baring her teeth and moving back towards Isabelle’s glistening pole. The girl yelped and reached out, grabbing Linna by the cheeks to stop her. “Wait! I was lying… I’m sorry.”
“You know how I feel about disobedience, pup.” Linna growled softly, rising up and crawling over Isabelle until they were face to face. “I’ll have to teach you another lesson, won’t I?”
“Yes mother.” Isabelle nodded with a small, breathless voice.
Linna smiled and caught her in a smouldering kiss, her hands dropping as their tongues met to shred the already-ruined skirt from her lover’s body. Isabelle whimpered into the kiss, her hands moving to join Linna’s fingers intertwining with the older nun’s as she pressed herself upwards to meet her body.
“W… what did you have in mind, mother?” Isabelle rasped as Linna pressed between her legs, bulge nuzzling the girl’s own cock.
“I think we’ve trained your sweet little ass enough for now.” the nun breathed. “So it’s time to put you to good use.”
“I… I don’t know…” Isabelle mumbled nervously.
Linna kissed her cheek and straightened up, taking her behind the knees and lifting her legs up over her shoulders. “I’ll be gentle pup. There’s nothing to worry about, just lie back and let me do all the work.”
Isabelle’s response was cut off by a breathless “Nah!” as Linna’s fingers slipped around the base of the plug still buried in her hole and tugged firmly. Her cock throbbed and her eyes rolled as her pucker was stretched wide by the warm rubber. The girl’s groan as the plug popped free of her was low and long, as much from longing for it to be returned as it was of satisfaction it was finally out. Linna chuckled and toyed with the lemon-sized plug before tossing it aside, there would be time to play with the plugs later, there were three bigger ones in the set, after all.
Isabelle released a soft whine as Linna pressed slowly inside her, her hands clawing at the pillows behind her back. “Oh… fuck.”
“Are you alright?” Linna asked softly, biting her lip as she sheathed herself inside Isabelle. “Not too big?”
“No.” Isabelle gasped, feeling Linna’s hips press against her own. “Feels… bigger than the plug… I feel so full.”
“Hmm that’s good.” Linna chuckled before drawing her hips back and then pressing back inside. She started slow, or at least as slowly as she could stand to. Every instinct in her head was crying out for her to go to town on her cute little mate, but she had decades worth of training to keep her base instincts in check.
Even the gentle (by her standards) thrusting, was sending Isabelle into fits of pleasure, her squeals and moans growing in volume and pitch by the second. There wasn’t a doubt the other nuns in the rooms around could hear them, it was a good thing they were all just as depraved as Linna. In fact the filthy serenade would probably get them in the mood to enjoy their own young playthings.
She groaned as Isabelle’s tight virgin ass squeezed her, letting out a snarl of lust and giving the girl’s calf a gentle bite. The resulting squeak was satisfying beyond belief and she gave a few more playful nips up and down what leg she could reach slung over her shoulder. Isabelle would be wearing the little pink marks for a week at least, showing her off as Linna’s property.
Another coo of pleasure escaped her and she tightened her grip on Isabelle’s hips, driving into her hard enough to make the whole bed creak and jump, banging against the wall. Isabelle whimpered, hands losing their grip on the pillow and moving about desperate for a new purchase. For a moment she was gripping her own ass, spreading her cheeks as Linna continued to thrust deep into her.
Linna growled with approval and reached out, yanking Isabelle’s shirt open with a yelp of pain and a shower of buttons. As Isabelle groaned, Linna pushed forwards, folding the poor girl in half as she took her legs with her as she forced another passionate kiss onto her lips.
“Rrrroll over.” Linna growled, pulling away entirely as the kiss broke, her cock pulsing between her legs. Isabelle blushed at her commanding tone, eyes lingering on her massive, furred pole before she obediently rolled onto her elbows and wiggled her ass invitingly.
“Yes mother.”
Linna grinned and rammed herself back inside Isabelle, her nails digging into the girl’s hips as she forced herself to the root inside her hole and began to pound forwards with unrestrained ferocity. Screw patience, screw delicacy, screw restraint, Isabelle was hers! Her lover! Her Property! She was going to fuck her as hard as she liked!
Isabelle’s howl of pleasure as Linna’s broad furry hips smacked against her ass was all Linna needed to be fully convinced that her little mentee was just as in need of a good fuck as she was. With a grunt, Linna set to work, and soon the slapping of fur on flesh was loud enough to be heard over the moans and squeals of sex.
Isabelle’s eyes rolled and she groaned into the pillow she was biting down on as Linna used her full weight to press her down into the bed. She was trapped, a helpless waif being buttfucked into a stupid, sticky coma by her big furry blasphemous mistress. The sensation of Linna’s cock ramming into her over and over again was too much for her to bear. The simple stretching of the buttplugs and Linna’s careful administration of a dildo into her ass was nothing compared to the no-holds-barred breeding sessions she was being subjected to.
Linna’s leather-padded palm smacked down on her asscheek and she squeaked, teeth losing their grip on the pillow. “Ahn… mommy!” Apparently her little outburst awoke something even more hungry and feral in Linna, because in an instant her hand snatched up Isabelle’s hair and used it as a leash to pull her head back.
“Say that again you little tramp.” Linna snarled, her thrusts not faltering as she forced her playmate’s back to arch.
“M… mommy… harder mommy.” Isabelle moaned, beginning to lose focus as pleasure overwhelmed her. “Fuck me harder Mommy.” A thrill ran down her spine at her own words and with a low moan she spewed her load over the mattress, her mind melting with satisfaction at the release.
Linna laughed and continued to ram into her, close to her own climax. Finally, minutes later with her mighty bosom heaving and the girl in her grasp a limp, moaning puppet, she drove herself to the balls into Isabelle’s pucker and painted her insides white. The girl let out a pleased “Oooh!” at the first spurt of searing hot sperm, which faded into a low groan as the next six or seven ropes of cum flooded her guts.
Isabelle lost consciousness for a moment, the last thing she was aware of being Linna’s hand releasing her hair, and the soft smack of the mattress against her face. When she awoke she was in Linna’s bed, head nestled between Linna’s tits and her asshole aching from use. She hummed sleepily and cuddled closer. “Was I out long?”
“Long enough for me to clean us up and get you to bed.”
“Your bed feels softer than mine.” Isabelle smiled, enjoying the warm fur of her fleshy pillows.
“It’s considerably less sticky than yours at the moment.” Linna agreed, stroking a finger down Isabelle’s spine. “Sleep well, pup. I’ll put you to good use again tomorrow.”
Isabelle nibbled her lip with excitement and hugged the larger nun beneath her.
“Yes Mommy.”
