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In Mother's Care. Chapter Two.
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Slowly getting used to the strange new life she's living, Isabelle begins to explore the convent. When she stumbles on another one of the nuns fucking her wards, she realises what she can expect for her future, and is surprised to find herself getting excited.
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On a cool midwinter’s morning, a tall, horned nun found herself pausing on her walk down to morning prayers. A soft, sultry little whimper had caught her ear, one the source of which intrigued her. She paced backwards a few steps, taking care that her shoes wouldn’t cause too much noise, and pressed an ear to Mother Linna’s door. Sister Alethia was well aware of how many of her sisters made use of their wards, she indulged herself regularly, but the voyeuristic thrill of listening in was too good to resist.
Sister Alethia was unique amongst her fellow nuns; she was a half-breed. It was almost unheard of for a faunakind to sire a child with a pure-blooded human, the biological differences were almost insurmountable. There were only a few thousand like her in the whole world, and whilst the Faunakind and Magical beings of the planet were slowly gaining more acceptance, her own existence was enough to have her shunned from both sides. The child of a minotaur mother, unwanted by her faunakind heritage, and the child of a human, unwanted by the other side for much the same reasons.
The convent was a haven for her, a place she could exist in peace, and a place where she could indulge in her fetishes with impunity.
“Ahn… m… mother.” The voice of Linna’s new pet echoed around the thick oak. “It’s… too big!”
“Nonsense pup.” Linna’s voice replied, speaking in the same purring growl she always used when having her way with a young submissive. Alethia chuckled and listened on, her massive cock beginning to stiffen under her robes. “This is only number three of the set. You’ll get used to it, just as you did the last two, and once you have, we’ll move on to number four.”
“B… but… it’s so big already.” Linna’s pet whined pitifully. “H… how big do they get?”
“See for yourself.” Linna said, the smile on her lips audible even through the door. There was a shocked gasp and a fond chuckle from Linna. “You’re quite sweet when you’re nervous, pup.”
“M…mother… why do we have to do this?” Linna’s pet asked meekly, a shuffle of clovers accompanying her question. Alethea’s ear flicked with curiosity, it sounded like the sweet little thing was being shifted backwards on her bed. “I… I promise I’m not going to t… tell anyone.”
“And I believe you, sweetheart.” Linna sighed. “But regardless we must get this lovely cock of yours under control, and training you to be a good, obedient little submissive will teach you restraint. Once I’m done you won’t be having trouble with your urges, you’ll learn how to control yourself, when to ask for help and when to hold yourself back. You will be able to keep your urges in check, because I am going to teach you the consequences of being naughty.”
There was a squeak from the girl and Linna laughed. “And I am going to teach you the rewards of being a good girl.”
“Oh fuck!” the girl whimpered.
“Language.” Linna tutted.
Another squeak sounded, followed by a breathless apology. Linna hummed and the faint repetitive sound of an arm being moved up and down met Alethea’s ear. The half-bred nun bit her lip and hummed, monstrous cock tenting her robes, she glanced back and forth down the corridors and then lifted her skirts, freeing her pillar of sandy-brown cockmeat to be stroked and teased as its owner listened to Linna training her new pet.
She groaned softly and chewed her lip a little more, broad brown ears twitching with pleasure. She was definitely going to skip morning prayers, her cock needed tending to and her own protegees would still be in bed… it was time she followed Linna’s example and put them to work.
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Inside the room, several minutes later, Isabelle groaned and brought a shaking hand down to her cock, sliding through the splattering of cum that she’d shot over her own belly.
Linna chuckled from across the room and shook her head. She stooped and produced a box of wipes from beneath her bed and threw them beside her. “Clean yourself up and go down for breakfast, I have business to attend to for the morning. Tonight, we’ll see about moving you up to size four.”
Isabelle swallowed and rolled onto her side, looking nervously at the head of the plump black plug inside her asshole, labelled conveniently with the words ‘size three’. “Do… I have to wear it all day?” she asked shyly. “What if someone sees?”
“They won’t, your old clothes won’t be necessary anymore. The convent has replaced your entire wardrobe with some more… conservative attire.” Linna hummed vaguely, rolling her stockings up her thick furry legs, her cock already snug in her black lace panties.
“What!?” Isabelle gasped, sitting up and scowling. “Why?”
“This is a convent.” Linna reminded her. “We can’t have young girls running about dressed like whores, it’s unseemly.”
“But it’s fine to take advantage of them?” Isabelle grumbled. “And I don’t dress like a whore.”
“Maybe not, but I’ve seen girls your age wear skirts that cover less than most belts, pup. It’s not up for debate, now get dressed and run along.”
Isabelle muttered mutinously to herself as she dressed, sliding her newly changed body into a knee-length black skirt and a plain grey shirt. As self-conscious as she had been about her new figure, she resented being forced to hide it away on principle.
Breakfast was excellent, far better than she’d expected, even though Isabelle was disappointed to see that Abby, her only friend so far, hadn’t made an appearance.
She’d met Abby the previous afternoon when Linna had finished their tour. Abby was sister Alethea’s mentee, a pretty ginger who had gone through the change almost a month ago, she was cheerful and friendly and only a year or two older than her, and had made Isabelle feel at ease immediately. Her friendship was the one thing Isabelle was truly grateful her situation had resulted in.
Regardless of her absence, breakfast gave Isabelle a good opportunity to get a look at the rest of the nuns and her fellow wards. The nuns were, of course, wearing identical robes and habits, all in black and white, but beyond that there were few similarities between them. Most were human, but clearly came from all walks of life. Several were Faunakind; another canine like Linna, a Jackal who flashed a wicked smile to her human friend sat beside her, the Lizard woman who had first greeted her when she’d arrived, a lioness whose massive muscular body looked comical squeezed down into one of the little chairs.
There were others too, ones neither human nor Faunakind. Monsters and demons had always roamed the world, she knew that full well, but it was the first time she’d ever actually seen any of them outside of picture books. Isabelle recognised the succubus Soren sitting at the head table, her shining eyes and pointed fangs betraying her demonic blood. There was another woman with pointed ears and soft brown skin, the hair escaping from the front of her habit was a thick, springy moss, she must have been a dryad. A centaur nun was sitting comfortably by the corner, eating in silence at her own table, bult to accommodate the awkward position she was forced to sit in.
Then there was the Mother Superior. Isabelle swallowed and glanced away quickly as the tall, thin woman’s golden eyes shot towards hers as soon as she looked her way. Mother Superior was human, Isabelle guessed, but maybe with some magical blood in her lineage a generation or two down. She was pale and stern, beautiful in the same harsh, imposing way as the mountains were. Her thin lips were painted black and her golden eyes were darkly shaded, so clearly she wasn’t quite so conservative as some of the other nuns. Though of course Linna had said Mother Superior had been the first to indulge in fucking her supposed mentees, so that wasn’t completely surprising.
Isabelle glanced up again and blushed as she saw Mother Superior smile, her thin fingers laced as she looked straight into Isabelle’s eyes. She knew, Isabelle could feel it, she knew exactly how Linna had been making use of her, she knew precisely what Isabelle could expect in future. She shifted nervously, cock pulsing into an exhibitionistic fervour, Isabelle would bet that she knew about the plug as well, that she knew Isabelle was stuffed full, her asshole being constantly trained to be used for Linna’s pleasure.
She shot up and scurried away, cheeks burning as she pressed a hand to her crotch and hoped to god that no one paid her any attention.
Her plan had just been to find a cupboard to calm down in, to hide away until her heart stopped racing and her mind ran out of images of Mother Superior and the other nuns using her like a whore, pounding her tight young asshole until she was a drooling, mindless mess.
She was so flustered; she didn’t hear the moaning until her hands were against the door that led into one of the small prayer rooms Linna had pointed out to her yesterday. She pushed the door open just as one of the people inside knocked over a candlestick, the metal crash against the stone floor snapping her back into reality the same moment she saw the scene inside.
It was Abby and another girl about her own age, both kneeling in nothing but their socks at the feet of a truly massive nun. It was Alethia, the half-bred, equally as naked as her two protégées. She was as muscular as Isabelle had been told, with rippling abs and bulging biceps. Her face was beautiful, with high cheekbones and plush lips and a strong, chiselled jaw. Her skin was covered in a thin, fine fur like her minotaur cousins, coloured a soft, sandy brown.
Alethia’s eyes were big and brown and she had an unruly mop of ebony curls hidden under her habit. From that habit, two immense curling horns rose from her head, piercing the fabric and adding another foot to the massive woman’s height. Her body was entirely human, just larger and stronger, and nowhere was that more evident than Alethia’s cock. It was the size of Isabelle’s forearm, a great towering pillar of meat with a broad, brown head. The idea that the nun might put it inside anyone seemed ridiculous to Isabelle, until she remembered just how big some of the plugs in Linna’s training kit were. Regardless, Alethia’s lust needed tending to, and her girls were well-trained to oblige.
Abby was cradling Alethia’s cock tenderly, dragging her tongue over its long brown shaft whilst her friend nuzzled happily against her mistress’ balls. The Halfbreed moaned heavily as her girls worshipped her meat, heavy, muscular hands resting gently on their heads, guiding them as they went about pleasuring her. She didn’t seem to have notice Isabelle, who quietly crept back out of the doorway and closed the door again.
Almost.
She couldn’t quite bring herself to close the door all the way, instead staring through the crack and watching the girls go about their work. Alethia let out a low groan and tilted her head back as Abby slipped her lips over the tip of her cock, suckling sweetly on the head as much as she was able to. The thing was far too massive to fit past her lips, let along down her slender throat, but as Isabelle whimpered and squeezed her erection, she watched abby and her friend’s assholes twitch, and knew immediately that both were used to sitting themselves down on the cock they were currently slobbering all over.
Isabelle knew she shouldn’t have been watching, but she couldn’t tear herself away. She stared and blushed and trembled, slowly beginning to stroke her cock as she watched Abby work with single-minded devotion. She’d always been pretty, with a kind freckled face and bright blue eyes, but somehow when she was dragging her tongue up Alatheia’s pole and being showered with thick, pearly spunk, she was breathtaking.
Isabelle whimpered and stroked her cock a little faster through her panties before growling and yanking them down. The simple cotton slipped down to her ankle as she gripped her dick with both hands and began to pump her hips, eyes not leaving the room for an instant.
Alatheia’s climax hadn’t signalled the end of the little threesome’s fun, far from it, now it was Alatheia’s turn to reward her faithful pets. Isabelle bit her lip as Abby and her friend cleaned themselves and their mistress’ cock, before turning and bending over, presenting their heart-shaped rumps and eager, aching pricks.
“Thank you, darlings.” Alethiea breathed softly, stroking their asses with each hand before smiling. “Who’d like to go first?”
“Me please!” Abby squeaked immediately, grinning with giddy excitement.
Alethia laughed and nodded, grabbing Abby and lifting her up slightly. “Alright love, you can take care of Charlotte.”
Isabelle watched in amazement as Abby lined Alethia’s massive prick up with her pucker, and slowly eased it inside with a breathless whimper. Abby’s cock jerked as she was speared, bobbing and dancing between her legs, clearly painfully hard. Abby’s gasps didn’t last long, because Charlotte quickly stepped forwards and slapped her gently in the face with her own pulsing dick.
Abby giggled and happily engulfed the much more reasonably-sized cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down with queit groans as she was pounded from behind.
Isabelle couldn’t help but imagine what Abby must feel as she was thrust full of meat. How would she feel ehrself if Linna did the same to her? If Linna gripped her tightly by her hips and eased her backwards onto her fat, furry prick, stretching her asshole more than any of the plugs and sinking her deeper, deeper, deeper, until Isabelle’s blushing cheeks rested comfortably on the furry thighs of her ‘mother.’
Linna put on a gentle façade, but she was just as hungry and depraved as Alethia, she would fuck Isabelle’s ass without restraint, pounding her raw and pouring her sperm deep inside her. She would tease and toy with her, drive her wild with lust, make her beg and plead for satisfaction. Maybe she would even show her off to the other nuns, show Alethia and the mother Superior just what a good, obediently little buttslut she had moulded Isabelle into, before letting them both take a turn with her cute, round rump.
She could almost feel the salt of sperm on her tongue as Linna made use of her mouth. Could almost sense the sharp, stinging warmth of her ass as she was spanked and fucked full of boiling-hot seed.
Footsteps sounded down the hall and Isabelle yelped, clapping a hand over her mouth to silence her exclamation immediately. There was a shuffle from inside the prayer room and she panicked, bolting down the corridoor in the opposite direction to the oncoming nuns.
By the time she reached her bedroom her heart was racing and her cock was screaming for attention, somehow only more excited by the thrill of almost being caught. She didn’t bother undressing before beginning to furiously masturbate, simply throwing herself onto her bed and flipping her skirt up.
She didn’t even notice that she’d lost her panties on the frantic run away from the prayer room, barely able to think of anything beyond how fucking good her hands felt on her cock. She moaned and squealed with need, hand a blur against her sensetive flesh. The visions of what Linna could do to her wouldn’t leave her mind, and as she continued to desperately jerk herself, her fantasies began to evolve.
It wasn’t just Linna who bent her over and stuffed her asshole in her dreams, it was everyone, every last nun and girl in the whole convent. She was lashed into stocks in the dining hall, her bare ass oiled and glistening as it was presented to the assembled crowd. Her cock pleaded and begged for her to invite the others to use her, promising bliss beyond anything she’d ever known.
Linna was there as the first nun took her place and thrust her throbbing pole of cock into Isabelle’s twitching asshole, smiling and cooing encouragement as Isabelle panted and moaned. “Goood girl.” She breathed, pressing a gentle, loving kiss to Isabelle’s panting mouth. “That’s my pup, such a good little slut.”
“M…mother!” Isabelle squealed in real life, thoughts of dozens and dozens of women pumping their loads into her guts, leaving shallow scratches from their nails and warm red handprints from their palms on her poor virgin rump. Her back arched and she whined, her orgasm so close, but just refusing to tip over the precipice that would grant her satisfaction.
A sudden, stern tut made her eyes snap open and she gasped breathlessly.
“I’m dissapointed in you, Isabelle.” Linna scowled, standing with her hands on her hips in the doorway. As shocked as she was, Isabelle couldn’t bear to stop. “Pleasuring yourself in here, have I taught you nothing?”
The plump nun sighed and walked closer, reaching beneath her bed and bringing out a long, floppy dildo. “If you need release, you only need to ask.”
Isabelle groaned and lifted her legs, still stroking herself even as Linna’s furred fingers tugged the plug from her hole.
“Now what do you say?” Linna asked, cradling her head to her huge furry breast as she pressed the head of the dildo inside Isabelle.
Isabelle croaked breathlessly and nuzzled close, “Th… thank you Mother!” she howled, her climax coming explosively and messily.
Linna smiled fondly, but didn’t stop pumping for an instant, keeping Isabelle moaning and throbbing with arousal even as her sperm glistened over her belly.
“That’s my girl.” She breathed. “Now let’s make sure you’re properly satisfied, shall we?”
