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Dawn of Dusk - Part 2: Nun - Chapter 9d: Pilgrimage: To my new 'home'

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We assembled in the outer courtyard after the morning service and the meager breakfast. There were two wagons, one for each group. The abbess gave a short speech on the joys of serving and blessed us. I was locked into one of the yokes of the first wagon. What was a bit unusual was that they pulled up the hood but left the flaps open so we could see our surroundings.

Eventually we were ready and set out. Superior Sister Michelle told us to sing with her and then walked in front of the wagon with one of the gray sisters and sang hymns. Outside the gates a squad of Church Soldiers joined us to 'protect' us during the journey.

While I detested the inane hymns the sisters made us sing, I had to admit that singing did make marching easier. At least until my mouth dried out. Sister Michelle did not lead us for a long time, a bell at most. Once we left the city and the villages directly around it she retired to the wagon and left it to the gray sisters to lead us in song. Thankfully we had a short break and some water every bell or so. Later the gray sisters also recited long prayers and the litany and we had to provide the responses.

Being able to see where we walked also made marching a lot easier for us. None of us dared to talk, outside our required participation in the hymns and prayers, but seeing a friendly face also helped to keep my spirits up, or at least keep them from plummeting too deeply. The smiles we gave each other were a little forced, though. I could have preferred not to look at the church soldiers who gave every sign that they disliked us. Probably because it meant that they had to march with us (only the officer in charge rode a horse) rather than sit in their barracks.

We stopped for lunch in one of the many small villages along the road. We were unhitched from the wagon and allowed to use the outhouses in the inn where we had stopped. Then we received a bowl with a portion of watery gruel which we had to lap up while kneeling. The superior sisters, another white sister rode in the second wagon, and Superior Sister Michelle ate in the inn with the officer in charge of the soldiers.

While we were not tied up during the rest at least two gray sisters and at least half a dozen soldiers kept watch over us to ensure we did not try to flee.

After lunch we changed places so that I walked behind the wagon with my paws tied up. Now that I could see my fellow sinners, I could tell clearly that the sisters went easier on the human girls. All but one girl in the group that had to pull the wagon in the morning, were furs while there were only three furs in the second group which usually had an easier time as the afternoon stage was typically shorter.

As it was today, we stopped about halfway between the third and fourth bell. After a short rest Superior Sister Michelle asked for volunteers. We all volunteered. Half of us, including me, were locked into the yokes and led out of the village and into the woods. From what I could gather the village was building a new communal barn and needed trees for that. Four of us (two yokes with two each) were hitched to a felled tree and had to tow it back to the village. It was hard work as the path back to the village was mostly uphill and very rough.

We made three trips and by the end of the day all of us were really exhausted. As compensation we got decent food, a stew with some vegetables and even bits of meat. Not really tasty, by any means, but much better than what we usually had and there was almost enough of it to be sated. We had to recite a couple of prayers and the litany and then it was time for bed.

As usual we were tied up and slept in the stalls of the stable. With so many girls in the small stable, four of us had to share each stall. This made things a little cramped, but on the plus side it allowed us to share the body heat a little better. My ankles were tied together and my wrists were tied up together with those of the girl I faced and the end of the rope tied to the stall.

As luck would have it, I was partnered with the feline who had cried so hard during the execution yesterday. It did not take long before they had tucked all of us in. The gray sisters and the soldiers left, taking the lanterns with them and closed the door and left us in almost complete darkness. I listened for a bit, but could not detect anyone but us sinners.

I leaned closer to the cat female and whispered in her ear, "I am sorry for your loss. I wish I could have done something for those two."

She whispered back, "So am I. Did you know the Coopers as well?"

"Not really. I saw them in the temple and they visited our inn a few times, but that was it."

"The inn? You worked at the Open Arms Inn, didn't you?"

"Yes. I'm Daisy."

"Felicity. Though I suppose we aren't allowed to use our names any more."

"Only when none of the sisters is listening."

"I wish I knew why they had to die. They never harmed anyone." I could hear the tears in her voice and gently licked her cheek. She returned the lick and went on, "They were my little brother's godparents."

"When I get free I will avenge them. I will make the celestials pay."

"Do you think you will be able to get out of the sisterhood?"

"I have to believe, otherwise I might as well kill myself. This isn't life. At least not a life worth living."

"I agree. Well, almost, I don't want to be strung up."

"I don't either. Right now I don't see any chance to flee. I will probably have to earn a gray robe to get trusted enough to get a chance. I know that I will get only one chance, but at some point I will take it. And then I will make them pay for what they did to us."

"Thank you. I will pray that you will succeed."

We chatted in whispers and comforted each other with licks and chaste kisses for a few minutes. I could hear the girl behind me whisper to her partner, but I could not make out any words. But we were all bone tired and fell asleep after a short while.

The next three days were much the same. We were woken early, prayed and recited the litany and ate our meager breakfast. Then we marched until the break for lunch and then again until mid-afternoon. Then we 'volunteered' to provide services for the village we stayed in. I was used as a draft animal twice more and once I had to distribute manure over the fields. The others provided similar unpleasant and exhausting services. After more prayer we ate supper and we were put into a stall in the stable for the night. Each day I was 'partnered' with a different girl and we chatted in whispers for a bit before we went to sleep.

Thankfully the weather was pleasant, typically late summer weather. A little too warm for hard work but survivable. Without the heavy robes it would have been a lot more pleasant. Almost the worst thing was that we were not allowed to wash or groom our fur and the constant itching from fleas and lice got worse every day and soon it got so bad it almost drove me crazy.

The day after that begun much the same as the days before. We left early after a meager breakfast and pulled the wagon along a curving road as the countryside gradually became rougher. About mid-morning I saw the castle atop a ridge for the first time. Something about it made me shiver and the closer we got the more foreboding the building became.

We stopped for our mid-day break in a village not far distant but well below the castle. Afterwards we took the steep and winding road up the ridge towards the castle. Less than a bell after we started again they changed our bonds, so that we, the girls who walked after the wagon, could help pull it up the steep incline. We reached the castle about a bell later.

I shivered when I saw the gates: Three corpses hung from gallows set up on the walls that ran along the road and more than a dozen heads of slain enemies were stuck to pikes. Hard-eyed guards watched us from the battlements and pointed loaded crossbows in our direction threateningly. They even amused themselves by taking aim at one and then another one of us while we struggled to move the wagon up the almost impossibly steep road.

I shivered when I finally could see the crest of the local noble clearly (there had been too little wind to make any sense of the flags flying above the castle). The upper left quarter of the crest showed a bloody sword and the severed tail of a fox or wolf. I doubted it was supposed to be the tail of a feral wolf. One of the ancestors of the current lord had apparently won great honor or even his title by slaughtering furs.

When we finally reached the gate, the commander of our guard detachment talked for quite a long time to the master of the castle before the drawbridge was finally lowered and the gate opened. I could make out little of the talk as they used a local dialect that was hard for me to understand.

Then we finally moved forward again and not long afterwards we ended up in a small courtyard. After another lengthy wait we were finally untied from the wagon and told to kneel in rows. We waited for a while and then received a little drink of water. Then we spent the next bell or so in prayer, recited the litany and sang several hymns.

Superior Sister Michelle appeared together with the officer in charge of our guard, a man in fine clothes, probably the lord of the castle and one of his relatives or one of his top officials. Several soldiers from the castle guard followed them. The gray sister leading the current prayer cut it short after one look at her superior's face. Sister Michelle curtsied to the noble.

He looked us over and I shivered a little when his gaze rested on me for a moment. His love of our kind seemed no bigger than that his distant ancestor. He cleared his throat and began, "I am the baron of this castle. Your Superior Sister has asked me to aid her in your redemption, and I have of course agreed. Sister?"

"Thank you, my Lord." She turned to us and went on, "First I need three volunteers whose sins lie especially heavy on them who would beg the good baron to chastise them personally. Who among will volunteer." She let her gaze wander about for a few moments. It settled on me for a moment before moving on and I shivered. I had no doubt that whatever 'chastisement' the baron had planned for us would be painful and humiliating if not worse. On the other paw, as bad as it promised to be, refusing the 'invitation' might be worse in the long run.

So I sighed and lifted my head. After a few moments Sister Michelle looked at me and asked, "Yes?"

"This wretched sinner asks for chastisement, Superior Sister."

She considered me for a few moments, pretending to think about it and then commanded, "Come here."

"Yes, Superior Sister." I got up and hurried to the spot she indicated and I waited while she selected two more 'volunteers'. My unease grew even bigger when I realized that all of us were furs, in addition to myself she had chosen a cat and a vixen. I knew them somewhat since by now I had been paired with almost all the furs among us during one night or the other.

The baron thanked Sister Michelle and then we were off. One of the soldiers grabbed my right arm and dragged me along as he followed the baron deeper into the keep. From the heavy treads behind me, two more soldiers followed with my fellow sisters. We walked through another gate and crossed a small courtyard, crossed the narrow drawbridge to the central keep and turned left. We ended up in a small room with stairs leading up and down where the baron stopped. He pointed at a small barred door and grinned, "This way to the dungeon. Follow me 'ladies'."

"Dungeon" I shivered at the word and at the gleeful cruelty in our master's voice. One of the pair of soldiers standing guard at the door peered through a small slit set into the door and then unlocked it. He opened it carefully while his companion stood at the ready with his sword drawn. When they were satisfied that no desperate prisoner was waiting to escape they opened the door fully and stepped aside. The stairway behind the door was narrow, barely wide enough for a large person. The baron repeated the beckoning gesture and the soldier who held me walked forward.

The soldier that had been squeezing my arm painfully with his huge fist released me and shoved me towards the door. I barely managed to catch myself before I tripped over the step. I quick look over my shoulder warned me to to dawdle and I hurried forward with a heavy heart. A single torch shed a little light inside and it grew noticeably darker when the big soldier stepped up behind me almost blocking the doorway completely. The stair was steep and uneven.

I walked as fast as I dared and almost tripped several times. I almost jumped out of my fur when, just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door slammed shut above and behind me. I walked forward perhaps a dozen paces, turned to my left and ended up in a circular room about ten paces across.

I shivered and almost bolted when I saw the implements of torture hanging from the walls. Only the certain knowledge that doing so would avail me little and would only worsen what was to come kept my feet from trying to run. In the center of the room was something that looked like the axle of a wagon, stood on the end. There was one wheel close to the floor while the second one hoovered close to the ceiling.

Two males with bare chests and dark hoods sat on a bench along the right wall. They got up when the baron entered and bowed to him. One of them was much bigger and older than the other. The torturer and his apprentice, apparently.

The baron waited until we were all assembled and then asked, "Sister Michelle told me that you are all convicted criminals. Is that true?"

The words seemed to stick in my throat and it took me two tries until I managed to say, "Yes, my Lord." The two others agreed as well.

"Then it behooves you to kneel in my presence." I managed to respond quickly enough and get down on my knees but the vixen did not do so fast enough for her guard's taste and he kicked the feet out from under her. She crumpled with a little scream but managed to scramble into position fast enough to avoid further punishment.

"What were you accused of and what punishment did you receive as sentence."

He turned his head to look down at me and so I answered, "I was sentenced to hang for worshiping devils and my slatternly behavior and for having a child out of wedlock." He turned to the cat and then the vixen and though their 'crimes' were slightly different, the sentence was the same for all of us.

The baron considered us with cruel eyes that seemed to bore into me and finally asked, "Then I take it that you will not object to suffer some moderate punishments to help you atone for your crimes?"

To be honest I would have agreed happily to even a severe punishment, pretty much anything less than death or permanent maiming, had it meant my crimes would be forgiven. But I feared that I would have to agree to many punishments while forgiveness was just being dangled in front of my nose, but never close enough to be reached. I looked at the others and, seeing no alternative, answered, "Yes, Master, please help us atone for our crimes." After a few moments the other two followed my lead and gave similar answers.

He seemed to consider our answers for a long moment, "I accept your plea. Stand up." When we had climbed to our feet and stood with bowed heads he commanded, "Untie their hands." One of the guards untied the piece of rope that connected the cuffs around my wrists to the belt on the robe.

"Take off the robes. This is not a place for a nun, but only for sinners and their betters. That took a bit since the strings that held the cuffs closed were pulled very tight and we had to help each others with the belt as it was tied at the back, but eventually we managed it. The guards watched us carefully and their hands rested threateningly on the hilts of their weapons. Eventually we managed the task and stood naked before the baron, wearing only the chastity belt that was sealed beyond our ability to remove.

The baron quite obviously enjoyed what he saw, I could hardly fail to notice the eager lust in his eyes. But I could not tell if he looked forward more to using us for his pleasure or to inflicting pain on us. He turned to the torturer and commanded, "Collar them and put them on the wagon."

The older one answered, "Yes, my Lord." and gave a few instructions to the apprentice. That one hurried to one of the chests standing along the wall and produced a heavy iron collar from it. A few moment it clanged shut around the neck of the vixen who stood closest to him. He locked the collar with a small key. A few moments later it was my turn and the cat followed soon after. Then collar was quite big, very heavy and cut into the flesh of my neck. With a sinking feeling I had noticed the small knobs on the inside as it was put on me and felt them as soon as it was locked around my neck.

Next the apprentice produced heavy cuffs for our wrists and ankles and put them on us. They did not lock, but a kind of bolt with a spring held them shut. Next we had to stand close together, facing each other and raise our arms straight up. He produced a number of short chains from the chest. He seemed to measure us as he considered which of the chains to use for whom. From what I could tell, he selected chains to somewhat equalize our size as I was several inches shorter than the vixen, the tallest of us three.

The chains that were attached to my wrist cuffs ended in a heavy hook, while those around my ankles ended in a short spike with a ball at the end.

Next we had to stand around the wheel set in the floor. There were several holes along the rim, each one with a short slit. I had to spread my legs wide so the apprentice could push the balls into two of the holes. Once inside it was moved a little so the ball was behind the slit, locking it into place. Soon we three were locked into place around the edge of the wheel with my right foot touching the vixen's left foot while my left touched the cat's right foot.

While the apprentice had been busy with that, the second wheel had been lowered so that the hooks attached to out wrists could be hung over the rim. Soon we ended up standing spreadeagled and facing each other. The master torturer and one of the guards used a winch to pull up the wheel until I had to stand on tiptoes.

At the bottom of the axle, just above the wheel rested a smaller metal wheel with six spokes and black cloth hanging from the rim. One of the guards lifted it above out heads and held the cloth out of the way.

The apprentice lifted the second contraption, a small metal circle, from which protruded three very thick wooden spokes. As he lifted it up and I could see them closer, I realized that they had been carved to resemble large male members. He lifted this up until it was level with our faces. Then he grabbed the head of the cat, commanded, "Open your muzzle." and forced one of the three cocks into her mouth. Below the wooden cock was a small hook, which he attached to the ring at the front of her collar, preventing her from removing the shaft from her mouth. The vixen came next and then it was my turn. The loathsome object smelled and tasted as if it had been shoved into somebody's tailhole in the not too distant past. The huge shaft filled my mouth completely and I had to struggle not to gag.

Our heads were practically tied together with out noses just inches from each other. Next the apprentice shoved small wads of wool into our ears, muffling all noises around us.

The guard lowered the wheel with the cloth until it rested on our heads. The circular hole, about two foot wide, was big enough to let in light so I could see my fellow prisoner's faces, but little else. The cloth surrounding our heads prevented me to see what went on around me. Pieces of cloth were strung between the hooks attached to our collars and left only tiny slits through which I could not see much.

A muffled cry of pain and fright barely escaped my mouth when the wheel from which I hung was lifted further until I hung only from my wrists and even the chains that connected my feet to the bottom wheel were pulled taut. The heavy cuffs cut into the flesh on my wrists and hurt a lot. After a bit I managed to grab the chains and hold onto them to relieve my hurting wrists a little. That lessened the pain, but it was exhausting. During the following ordeal managed to hold myself up some of the time, but I lost my grip often, particularly when I was distracted or in too much pain to concentrate on this difficult task.

We hung there and nothing further happened for a while before I heard approaching footsteps. They were barely audible, the person must have been wearing soft boots, rather than the heavy hobnailed boots soldiers preferred. I could barely make out the voices as they talked, but one of them was the baron's. The only bit I could understand reasonably clearly was the 'Yes, my lord." at the end of the brief conversation.

After a short pause I could hear the newcomer (presumably) speak again. I could not make out any words, but a shiver ran down my spine as I recognized the cadence and the inflections of the language. It was Old Moran. A language used only by scholars and wizards. He must be casting a spell on us! The mage began to move and a few moments later I felt him touch my shoulders. The touch made my skin crawl. He moved his hands down to the small of my back, along my rump and then the fingers stopped at the joining of my legs. I could feel something seep into me, and just before he removed the fingers I felt a chill in my female flower.

He moved on and began the next verse, and I could see the cat flinch. Then it was the vixen's turn before he returned to me. He repeated the whole thing and this time the tough was much more unpleasant and the chill that entered my center was stronger and lasted longer. He went around three times before he finished the incantation. For a moment my whole body seemed to freeze and burn at the same time and then the unpleasant feeling dissipated. Leaving a chilling remainder of the spell that now lay on us, deep in me. And, of course, anxiety about what had been done to us.

We hung there and for a while nothing more happened. Our captors talked in low voices, but they were muffled so that I could not understand much and they moved around. Other noises seemed to indicate that they were readying tools to use on us, but the noises were too indistinct to tell much. My anxiety grew by the second. Every now and then I flinched when I felt something touch me.

Suddenly the cat began to jerk around. The bonds did not let her move much, but her desperately bunching muscles jerked the wheels around and my body swayed in response. She screamed into the gag. Or it might have been desperate laughter and soon I could tell that she was struggling to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks. And then, almost as suddenly as it had started, the assault on her body stopped. The whole thing left me even more frightened especially since I had no idea what they had done to her.

Then it was my turn. A light slap on the right ass cheek did not hurt much but made me tense up. When nothing further happened for several moments I relaxed again. Which was what they had been waiting for as they hit me again at just that moment. And this time it really hurt! I screamed into the gag. For the next couple of minutes blow after silent blow rained down on my defenseless backside, from just above the knees to the small of the back, but mostly on my rump. They paused every now and then, sometimes only for a second, at other times until I thought that the ordeal was over and relaxed before the next blow shook me again. I couldn't tell what they used but the blows were almost silent and yet hurt like crazy. Perhaps a heavy wire brush or a board with (not very sharp) nails.

I whimpered and screamed into the gag and tears ran down my cheeks. Eventually the ordeal ended and I hung limply. As I rested my eyes cleared a little. The vixen stared at us fearfully, terrified by the unknown tortures we had endured and the certainty that she would be next.

And so she was. She tensed and screamed. Between the gag and the wool in my ears I could barely hear her screams, but the urgency in her voice attested to the pain she was in. Once more the torture stopped quite suddenly. And then we got a few minutes of reprieve to rest. And, I am sure, to fret and worry about what was to come next. From what I had seen, each of us had been tortured in a different way. And I was morbidly certain that I would get to 'enjoy' the things my compatriots already had, and likely much more.

Suddenly the cat's eyes flew open and she inhaled sharply. She inhaled sharply twice more and then she began to pant and whimper. Or was that a moan? To my ears she sounded as if she was in heat as much she was as in pain. The worst seemed to be over quickly, but she continued to breathe hard. I had expected to be next, but it was the vixen's turn next. Her eyes became wide and something that could hardly be anything but a lusty moan escaped her gagged muzzle. And now I could smell their arousal. Another minute of fretting and then I found out what had excited them so much.

The chastity belt I wore was tight, but it was not so tight (and could not be without cutting into the flesh) that someone couldn't push a finger between it and my fur. Especially if he used as much force as needed and was ready to push my flesh out of the way. Fingers forced their way into the crack between the edge of the heavy leather and my hips on the right side. I gasped and then moaned from lust and more than a little pain when something like a bottle-brush was pushed deep into my love tunnel. It was pushed up and down a few times until I was beginning to pant hard and then left in place. The prickly sensation deep inside me was both painful and arousing. A few moments later they repeated the procedure on the left side, sticking a second intruder into me. This time I got so hot that I almost came.

When the fingers slipped out, the chastity belt snuggled against my fur once more and made sure that the brushes could not slip out, no matter how wet I got or how hard I threshed around. Once more they let us rest a little. I cooled down to an extent, but the constant prickly stimulation ensured that I was constantly aroused, at least a little, and that my juices continued to flow.

Before the physical tortures continued they began to mock us for our weak bodies, called us sluts or worse because the juices continued to run from our slits and our nipples were hard, complained how we stunk like bitches in heat and the like. They always spoke very loudly when they addressed us so that we could understand them clearly even though our ears were plugged. They pretended to be disgusted by us and yet they touched us, always with enough force that there could be no doubt where their fingers rested, pinched our nipples, squeezed our buttocks, poked at our tailholes and in general felt us up. Their voices were full of scorn and hate for us. I did my best to try and ignore them, but I could not deny that slowly got to me and began to hurt me.

After a few minutes of mostly just verbal abuse and groping fingers the real torture continued. This time they began with the vixen. She bunched her muscles and howled into the gag. Then she relaxed for a moment before the next spasm and scream. I could not tell what they did to her, but they obviously inflicted intense pain to different parts of her body, causing her to jerk around in different ways as she tried vainly to evade the abuse. Then it ended and she began to relax a little.

We other two looked at each other, wondering who was to come next, almost holding our breath. A hard slap on my rump made me squeal and pull at the bonds that held me.

But the whole thing had just been a ruse to distract the cat who was the real target of the next part. She inhaled sharply, a wheezing groan escaped her lips and tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Unlike the vixen before her, they gave her no pause but the pain seemed to be, while perhaps a little less intense, more or less continuous with a few peaks in between.

When her ordeal seemed to be finally over and the cat began to relax a little I began to really worry. I had been worrying all the time, but it became a lot worse with the next torture just moments away.

I squealed into the gag and tensed as my right butt cheek exploded with pain. The loud slap jarred my muscles as one of them hit me with a cane or something like that. After a few seconds I grunted as a second stroke hit the other side of my rump. And then followed another hit on my right butt and I tensed further as I anticipated the next stroke.

Which didn't come, the spanking was not the real torture, but had managed to do what they wanted to prepare me for the real torture: to get me to tense up further. A moment later I found out where the real assault was targeted at: my tailhole.

I felt something hard push against my rear entrance. As I realized what was about to happen, I tried desperately to relax my muscles back there, but without much success. For one they gave me way too little time to accomplish anything, for another I was already much too tense and the position I was in was not good for this. While my legs were spread, they were not spread very wide, and my whole body was stretched taut.

There must have been two people pushing, they used so much force that they lifted me until the cuffs on my ankles cut into the skin. I screamed when the hard object overcame the resistance of my body and forced its way into me. The pain was horrible and was sharp enough that I realized that they had torn the skin inside me.

I didn't know what they were using, but my best guess was that it was a wooden cock like the one that filled my mouth. From the taste of the one in my mouth it seemed likely that the next person to be tortured on this contraption might well be gagged by the shaft that now raped my rear.

Once the huge thing was inside me, they began to fuck me with it. Fuck me hard. The pain lessened somewhat as my rear entrance finally became used to the intruder, but the sharp twinges of pain as the torn spots were abused continued.

The pain remained, but soon the whole thing became intensely arousing as well. I was hardly averse to getting fucked in the butt or to a little pain, though I preferred not to get maimed in the process. And the brushes in my cunt did crazy things to me. I wasn't sure if they played with those as well or if that was only from the involuntary movements of my hips as my rear was fucked hard, but the stimulation drove me crazy.

I couldn't say that I was having a good time, but I was definitely getting close to having an orgasm. But I never got there, the closer I got, the more more I began to black out in my cunt. I find it hard to describe, but I began to get kind of numb down there. Not really numb, I could still feel the hairs of the brushes inside me tease the sensitive skin but sometimes the hairs did not pleasure me but left behind an empty feeling, Not even pain, just a gray emptiness.

And the hotter I got, the more the gray spots took over. So I hung at the edge of what promised to be a mind-shattering orgasm but never got there. By the time they stopped fucking me hot tears of frustration ran down my cheeks. I could barely see my two fellow sufferers, but I could tell that they had a very good idea what I had just gone through, how close to a climax getting raped in the ass had taken me.

My tormentors let me rest a little, with the huge intruder still stuck in my rear. And now it was the cat's turn for real. I could not tell what they did to her, but it obviously caused her a lot of pain. Perhaps halfway through her ordeal the wooden intruder was suddenly yanked out of my tailhole and I squealed, mostly in surprise.

I suddenly felt uncomfortably empty, but only for a moment. After a short pause, just long enough for me to get used to the fact that my rear entrance was not filled, another intruder was pushed into my tailhole. For a moment I did not feel much, but then I screamed as my ass exploded with fire. For a moment I thought that they had shoved a red-hot poker into me, but as I slowly got at least a little used to the burning pain, I realized that the object was actually quite soft. Most likely a rag wrapped around a thin stick and soaked with some gunk that burned me.

Once, when I had visited the temple of Domm and Lirriel the attendant had showed me a salve they sometimes used. While it actually healed the skin, it was mixed with ground up dragon peppers so that it caused a lot of pain at the same time. I prayed that this was something similar, having a wound in my tailhole could be very dangerous, I knew that one could even die of blood poisoning if it was not treated, not a reassuring thought.

A few moments later they started on the cat. I could hear some slaps, so they had to be beating or whipping her, but the noises were indistinct enough that I could not tell what kind of implement they used to torture her. But it must have hurt a lot, her muffled screams filled the air and tears began to stream down her cheek.

This time there was no pause between targets. They started on the vixen right as the last blow hit the cat, managing to surprise her. This time I could quickly tell what they were doing: Her body was lifted as they pushed something, most likely a wooden cock much like the one that had filled my own tailhole only minutes ago, into her rear entrance.

She screamed as the stick forced its way into her tortured hole and then slowly slid down the shaft. Screams and gasps escaped her gagged muzzle as she was raped in the rear. And then the pain was slowly joined and at least partially replaced by lust. She got more and more aroused and I could hardly fail to smell the scents of her rising excitement. Now that I could think a little, I could smell my own arousal almost as clearly. But like me, no matter how hard they fucked her or how aroused she got, she could not reach a climax and I could see the rising frustration and anger in her eyes.

From her movements and the look in her eyes I could tell exactly when they stopped and when they pulled out the intruder. A moment later she screamed again, presumably when the second intruder was shoved into her to set her tailhole on fire.

And then it was my turn again and I found out how they had started our tortures with the cat. They drew a brush across my right sole. I twitched, gasped and kind of laughed. It did not really hurt, though the bristles were quite hard, but soon I began to hurt myself as I struggled to breathe and jerked around so much I ended up pulling several muscles. Soon my belly hurt like crazy and I fought for air. The lack of air terrified me more than anything. They paused a few times, just long enough so that I did not pass out.

By the time they finally stopped I was totally exhausted and every muscle in my body hurt. Afterwards I wasn't sure if this kind of torture was better or worse than getting whipped.

And then it was the cat's turn to have her ass raped. As far as I could tell, they did more or less the same things to her as they had done to me and the vixen.

When they finished with her, they tied the brushes stuck in out cunts together. From what little I could see and tell the brush stuck into me on the right side was tied to one of the cat's brushes on my left and the other one to one of the vixen's. This doubled the stimulation and more, especially when one was resting at the moment while another one (or both) of us jerked around as she was abused.

The torture went on for a while after that. They varied the pace and the things they did to us. At times they tortured two of us at the same time, but, at least as far as I could tell, never all three at the same time. They whipped me in different ways, pinched my skin with tongs, stuck needles under the claws on my feet and paws and more. The pain went from bad to excruciating. The constant stimulation from the brushes began to cause quite a bit of pain down there and kept us at the edge of a climax almost constantly, no matter how much pain we were in. But the spell never allowed us to actually get off. It must have been the spell, even with how much pain I was in, I should have climaxed dozens of times from this much stimulation. They continued to mock us for our bodies' weakness, of course.

And then the worst was over. We three looked at each other and worried about what would come next. My eyes few open when the stick was suddenly pulled out of my tailhole. A moment later I felt another intruder poke me and then push into my rear entrance. This time it was a real cock as one of them began to rape me from behind. After a few moments his hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard. From the look in their eyes and the noises they made, the two others were treated in the same way.

After all the torture, getting raped in the ass with a normal male's organ felt almost pleasant. And it turned me on like crazy. Worse than before. When he shot my his load into me, I began to see stars, only to be pulled back from the brink of what should have been a massive climax at the last moment. The male continued to pump into me and squirted more cum into me until I felt his cock begin to flag. He pulled out and a moment later another of the males took his place and used me for his enjoyment. I got even closer to a climax this time.

I almost began to cry when he finally pulled out. Tears of frustrated lust ran running down my cheeks. Our tormentors redoubled their mocking comments as they cleaned themselves up. We got to rest a little. By now I was so exhausted that I just hung there and didn't even try to grab the chains, no matter how much my wrists hurt.

The final humiliation came when they finally pulled the brushes out of our cunts, each time almost setting us off.

And then they finally lowered the wheel from which we hung until our feet touched the ground once more. They disconnected the ankle chains from the bottom wheel. At first I had trouble standing, but they did not unhook our paws from the wheel until we could stand on our own. They lifted the cloth that had obscured our view and unhooked the collar and finally let us remove the gag. It took a few tries before I my jaw muscles responded to my commands after being stretched to the limit for so long.

The assistant torturer began to remove the collars and ankle cuffs. He left the wrist cuffs for last. Even with the rest I almost fell over when I took the first step away from the wheel. The guards returned our robes and told us to put them on. That took a while as my limbs and paws trembled with pain and fatigue. I finally managed to close most of the buckles and then the assistant tied up our paws at the back.

We stood in front of the baron, hooded heads lowered and waited while he grinned down at us. His grin sent shivers down my back. After a minute or so he finally spoke, "Once again I see that the reputation of you pelts as total sluts is well justified. You actually enjoyed our 'ministrations', just look at the mess you made." He pointed at where we had been tortured, and when I looked there, I could see three glistening spots below the wheel. "Don't you think that you should clean that up?"

I looked up at his cruelly grinning face. Since I did not want to risk further punishment, I answered, "Yes, Master. Allow me to clean the mess I made." A moment later my two sisters in pain answered similarly.

"Fine. You may kneel and lick up your gunk."

"Thank you, Master." Before I could move one of the guards who stood behind us pulled back the hood. Then he steered me to the spot where the cat had been, the vixen got mine and the cat the vixen's. I knelt and bent forward to lap at the glistening stone floor. All six males watched us with interest and scorn in their eyes. Lapping at the sticky juices under their watchful eye humiliated me terribly. Now I understood why they had pulled back the hood: so that I could see them.

There were some of the cat's female juices mixed in, but most of it was male cum. I guess since that had dribbled out of our tailholes that made it ours in their eyes.

"See how eager they are to lap that up! Total sluts!" The others laughed and my muzzle burned with humiliation. When the floor was as clean as it would get, I looked up at the baron and he gave a small nod, so I got up. A few moments later the other two did likewise and once again we stood facing the baron. One of the guards pulled the hoods up again.

"Total sluts, aren't you? Trying to better yourself? The sisters will have their work cut out with you three. But that's not my problem. I bet you are glad that the sisters took pity on you and let you join their ranks, aren't you?"

Since he looked at us as if he expected an answer, so I nodded and agreed, "Yes, Master." Yes, I had been glad when I had been offered an alternative to getting strung up, but after all I had to suffer since then I wasn't sure. Later, when I had time to think about it, I remembered my demon lover's words, that he better not tell me the details about the hardships I would have to suffer through, and realized how wise he had been. Had I know all the details, I might have just given up, rather than suffer through it one day at a time, always hoping and praying for a better tomorrow.

"Well, if they fail to make proper nuns out of you, maybe we can meet again. Then we could have some real fun together." I saw his cruel grin and shivered at the thought. And even more at the lack of satisfaction in his eyes. Did he really hate us so much that he would not be satisfied by anything less than torturing us to death? "Remember that everything that happened here is to be held in the strictest confidence as if you had taken a confession. Speaking about it is a serious crime."

"I understand, Master."

"Good. Now follow me." He turned towards the entrance and we followed him out into the corridor and up the stairs. The three guards came with us, of course. At the top of the stair the baron knocked at the door and it was opened after a short while. We filed out and left the dungeon behind us, hopefully forever.

Outside one of the gray sisters was waiting. She stood up when she saw the baron and bowed. I was a little surprised when the baron led us deeper into the castle, rather than just let the gray sister take us back to where we would stay for the night. We crossed another narrow drawbridge and entered the (as far as I could tell) innermost courtyard. At one side stood the central tower, on the other, nestled against the wall, was the double temple of Uriel and Anita.

The baron stopped in front of the temple, turned to the gray sister and commanded, "Fetch the priestess."

"Yes, my lord." She bowed and hurried into the temple of Anita. While we waited I looked up at the sky. I was very surprised when I saw the sun's position: We had not been down in the dungeon for more than a bell, two at most, yet to me it had seemed as if our ordeal had lasted for days.

The sister returned after a minute with the priestess in tow. She was a middle-aged woman with long brown hair and a tired face. As was their wont, she wore a simple (off)white robe, the only adornments were the symbol of Anita, a pair of cherries, sewn on the left chest and a few colored lines that most likely denoted her rank of seniority. I could not read these, but I knew that the celestials were obsessed with these signs of rank and a that there were dozens of different ranks.

She quickly hid the look of annoyance when she saw the baron. He had undoubtedly interrupted her work. She looked at us for a moment and then at the baron and bowed, "Yes, my lord, how may I serve you?"

"At the sisters' request I have instructed these sinners on the error of their ways. We may have been a little too vigorous in our instructions. Make sure that they have not been damaged too much."

She looked at us with more than a little disgust in her eyes. I wasn't sure if that was because we were furs or because she had a good idea what had been done to us and what kind of damage she was supposed to fix. After a moment resignation replaced the disgust and she turned back to the baron, "Of course, my lord. It is my duty and pleasure to assist the sisters in any way I can."

"Good, good." With that the baron turned and walked away, not even bothering to say goodbye or to thank the priestess for her help.

She looked after him and then at us. She sighed and said to the gray sister, "Bring them into the temple. I will fetch my things and be with you shortly."

"Of course, Mother." She turned to us and folded out the flaps on our hoods. She didn't tie them together, so we weren't blindfolded, but like a horse's blinders they let us look only directly forward. She commanded, "Follow me." We followed her to the entrance. She opened the door and we had to get down on our knees once we were inside. I heard the heavy boots of the guards as they took up their station at the door.

Then we had to crawl forward with our faces close to the floor. Being sinners we were not allowed to look at the splendor of the temple (or lack of splendor since a temple of Anita was never lavishly decorated). At her command we stopped, as best as I could tell about halfway between the doorway and the altar. Then she began to recite a long prayer and we provided the responses where needed.

The priestess joined us a few minutes later and finished the prayer with us. Then she told the gray sister to recite a certain prayer. It was one we had not heard yet, but the gray sister knew it and began. As before we provided the responses, it was easy enough to figure out what to say and when. The prayer asked Anita for her blessing and aid in healing our mind, soul and body.

The priestess knelt behind me and flipped up my robe. I heard her mutter something and while I could not quite understand what she said, the tone in her voice left little doubt that she was not pleased, to say the least. I wasn't surprised, I generally like to feel, smell and taste male and female cum, but to someone like her for whom sex was as much (or perhaps more, I didn't know how her relationship with her husband was in that respect) a duty to be endured rather than something to be enjoyed, dealing with the mess in my rear could not be fun.

The males had their fun with us and it was left to the woman to deal with the consequences. I had little love for the celestials, especially their priests, priestesses and nuns, but the way the baron had treated her as if she was a servant, almost a slave, rather than someone worthy of at least a little respect just felt wrong.

She touched my tailhole and began to rub some salve into the skin and after a few seconds a strange heat began to spread from there. I could not quite decide if the sensation was pleasant or painful. She even poked her finger into my tailhole, spreading more of the salve over the hurt skin in there.

Then she began to pray and then touched my rump. It had been a healing spell, that much I was certain of, but unlike the healing spell I remembered from after the baron's bastard had abused me, this one was really unpleasant. Rather than a pleasant coolness it burned with both ice and fire. I wondered if that was a general feature of her spell, because I was a sinner in their eyes, or because I longed to follow Lillith in my heart.

In any case, she pulled my robe back down and scooted over to the cat who knelt next to me. We recited another lengthy prayer while the priestess took care of the other two. When she was done, she got up and walked up to the altar from where she finished the prayer with us.

When we were done the gray sister admonished us to thank the holy mother. Her tone implied that we would have been to stupid or uncultured to do that and I hated her for this. We thanked her perhaps a little more profusely than we might have otherwise and I hope that realized that we were not as bad as that. While she was kind of my enemy, I was sincerely grateful for the healing as it might well make the difference between life and death for me.

"You are welcome. May Anita be with you. Blessings on you, sisters." Her tone was curt and I carried as much honest care about us as condescension. I wish I could have looked at her face, but I did not dare to look up. The priestess left and we crawled out of the temple before we were allowed to stand up.

The gray sister and the guards led us back to the wagons where we joined the few who still knelt there. Under the watchful eye of another sister we prayed, recited the litany and sang hymns until it was time to our meager evening meal.

I don't know if that was deliberate or not, but the next days I was never together in one stall with either of the two others who had suffered the baron's tender mercies with me. But I think that the sisters did not want to give us the chance to talk about it. My partner for the night, a human, asked about what they had done to me, but I only answered in the most general terms, "It was bad. Very painful. And it made me regret a lot of things." I did not dare to say more, for fear that word of my blabbing might get back to the sisters.

We were on the road another ten days, or was it eleven? If I had really wanted to, I could probably have figured it out, but what would be the point. Most of the days were similar: We pulled the wagon until the lunch break, marched another two or three bells until mid afternoon, when we stopped in a village, town or castle. After that I 'volunteered' for some extra duties, mostly backbreaking work. They especially liked to use us a draft beasts, particularly us furs. If not that, then some other exhausting or unpleasant work, like shoveling manure or the like.

The only special duty I pulled was to serve as a training dummy for an apprentice torturer so he could learn how to properly punish women of questionable morals, similar to what I suffered through early in the march. I was undressed, locked into a pillory with my rump towards the watching town folk and then stood there while they heated up my backside with a variety of whips and the like. That was on the last day before we reached the convent, my new home and prison.

We stopped at the top of a small rise and the sisters opened our hoods, which was quite unusual. The first thing that drew my eye was a large castle that stood on a steep hill. As it turned out, the castle was actually the cloister. The nuns told us sinners nothing about it, but later I would find out some general information.

The central keep, which stood on the highest part of the hill, was an actual castle that some noble had donated to the sisters. Behind it (the road led to the main castle gate) were two extensions, almost featureless walls made of much darker stone than the main castle. There were four towers, two at the corners and two between the two extensions. I shivered when I saw the ominous building.

The white sisters, the higher ranking gray sisters, the guards and the priests lived in the main castle. The first extension housed the lower ranking gray sisters and the second one the sinners or black robes. The two extension buildings were built as prisons, one could only enter and leave through the main castle and the doors were barred on the side that faced the castle.

It was a little before the lunch break when we first saw the monastery and it took us until evening to reach it. We struggled up the steep road and finally crossed the drawbridge. The gate closed behind us with dreadful finality.