Vaalerya Reznor was fast asleep when she was awoken by the sounds of screaming. She sat bolt upright, trying to figure out where the screaming was coming from. It was too far away for her to make out exactly what was being said, or at least that's what she had thought. Unfortunately for Vaalerya, she was incorrect. The screaming was just that - screaming. Vaalerya went to her closet to get a gown when the door was suddenly kicked in, making Vaalerya scream just like her sisters, whirling around to see who had burst into her room so rudely.
It was a bearded man, but in the dark of the monastery she couldn't make out very many details. He was wearing clothing made out of animal skins and he was wielding a wicked looking ake - likely what he had used to kick in the door. "Who are you?" Vaalerya screamed in fear as the man advanced on her. As he walked into the moonlight that the window was letting in, he could make out some of his features. What was immediately obvious, was that he was not an Englishman. His jaw was much more square, his hair was blonde and his eyes were a dark, malevolent blue. His beard was long and scraggly and his hair on his head was longer than Vaalerya's. He didn't say a word as he continued advancing on the cowering Vaalerya, then all of a sudden, another man appeared in the doorway.
This man was larger than the one who had broken into Vaalerya's room, and instead of an axe, he was carrying what looked like a sword. He barked at the man in Vaalerya's room in a strange language that she didn't understand or recognize. It was harsh and it only intimidated Vaalerya even more, backing herself into a corner of the room. The larger man in the door was clearly senior to the man who had broken into her door as he seemed to be giving him orders before leaving him and the young girl alone again.
The man turned back to her with a scowl on his face, and he quickly advanced on the girl, who screamed in fright as he took hold of her, swung her over his shoulder easily and carried her out of the room. Vaalerya was kicking him in the chest, and punching his back, but it didn't seem to be working. The man didn't even acknowledge her blows as he carried her out of the monastery. When they got outside, she noticed with horror that it was on fire. The man still didn't stop as he carried her to a tent that had been erected outside the burning building. He opened the tent flap, and walked inside. In the tent, sat in a large wooden chair was yet another man, flanked by torches. The man carrying Vaalerya tossed her to the floor, causing the man in the chair to look at him quizzically, before turning his gaze to examine the young nun who had been thrown to the floor. They briefly spoke in that same harsh language she had heard back in her room, which gave Vaalerya to survey this new man.
This man was the largest man she had ever seen, he had to be at least six feet, six inches tall and was incredibly muscular. He was blonde, like this man was, and his hair was similar. This man on the chair seemed to keep better care of his hair however. His beard wasn't scraggly and instead was braided into one long strand. His hair was long and straight, and his eyes a bright blue. Vaalereya didn't see that same malevolence in this man as the one who had been carrying her. His eyes were more… devious and cunning, rather than brutal like this other man. The man in the chair was wearing a burnished mail shirt, and by his chair was a helmet and a very large sword. Vaalerya stared wide eyed at the sword. She didn't know who these men were, but she knew that they were not to be trifled with.
The two men finished their conversation, with the smaller one of the two scowling at the larger one before leaving the tent. Vaalerya looked at the man with a nervous look on her face as he studied her. She had a bad feeling about what this man wanted from her, and she doubted that these animals would have much respect for her vows. The man silently got to his feet and walked over to the girl and seized her by the hair, hauling her to her feet. The man was very rough with her, and for some strange reason… it caused her nether regions to tingle. It was followed up by an immense feeling of shame for her hidden desires.
Those desires are why she became a nun in the first place. Vaalerya had felt that way when men handled her roughly since she was a teenager, but her parents had raised her as a strict follower of the lord. Those lustful feelings were definitely a sin against God, and so Vaalerya had become a nun, hoping that her vows would keep a lid on those hidden tendencies.
The large man noted with some surprise the conflict in the young nun's eyes. She was doing a good job of controlling her face, but she couldn't control her eyes. A plan then began to develop in his mind, and he smirked. Vaalerya of course noticed the smirk and began to panic. The large man took some rope and began to bind the girl's wrists together. Once her wrists were bound together behind her back, he took another length of rope, attaching one end to the leg of his heavy chair, and the other to her bindings. He then forced her down to her knees, Vaalerya's feelings bubbling up again as she became eye level with the man's crotch.
The man was not planning on doing anything sinful at this point however, or at least anything sinful with Vaalerya. He took up his helmet and sword and wordlessly left the tent. He barked some commands that Vaalerya couldn't understand and she noticed two shadows take up guard duty outside the tent. She could still hear the screams of her sister nuns and hear the crackling of the fire as the monastery burned. Tears began to sting at the corner of her eyes as Vaalerya curled up into a ball, eventually crying herself to sleep as she awaited her fate.
Vaalerya was woken up in the cool dawn of the morning when the large man burst into the tent. The young nun woke with a start and tried to back away, beginning to cry again in a hoarse voice as the man advanced on her. He quickly untied the rope connecting her wrist bindings to the chair. He then threw her over his shoulder, and she once again couldn't help but feel a hidden desire for him to continue throwing her around like a ragdoll. That desire was followed up by an intense feeling of shame for feeling that desire. Of course, the large man couldn't see her face or her eyes, so he couldn't see the conflict in the girl's eyes.
Vaalerya's eyes grew wide with horror as she finally saw the monastery that the large man was apparently taking her to. It was a ruin. Fully three quarters of the building were burned away and only the underground passages were really solid. Vaalerya's eyes stung with tears again as the man carried her down into the underground floors of the monastery. She didn't recognize this part of the building, but it was obvious this was the cells. The man finally found a cell that was still standing and sufficiently private.
He threw her down onto the floor. He untied her wrists from her bindings, before stepping back. "Strip," he commanded in a rough voice. Vaalerya looked startled at him. Not only did he speak her language, but the command was not something that the girl really wanted to do. "STRIP!" he roared at her again. Clearly his command of the civilized tongue was not great and he probably was not fluent. The girl looked at the massive sword he was carrying, before muttering a series of quick prayers to God, begging him for forgiveness.
Vaalerya slowly stood up, and grabbed hold of her nightgown. She looked at the man who had simply crossed his arms and stared at her. Knowing that she didn't have a choice in this, she took hold of the dress and pulled it up and off her body. She wasn't wearing any undergarments which left her fully exposed to the large man. Vaalerya couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks as she averted her gaze from him. The man paused to study the young nun's now nude form.
Vaalerya's skin was pale and unblemished. She was very slim, with not an ounce of fat anywhere on her young body. Her breasts were small, probably only a B-cup, but they were perky and stuck straight out from her chest. They were topped by pretty pink nipples that had quickly hardened from the cold air of the cell. Her tummy was flat, but not from muscle, from a lack of eating. Her hips flared out only slightly and her butt was small and pert, rather like her breasts. Her pelvic hair was trimmed into a triangle that covered her entire pelvic region. However, she clearly cut the hairs so they were short and removed the hair from around her pussy lips. Her labia majora was nonexistent, which presented a very neat appearance.
Her form was clearly pleasing to the large man as the young girl noticed something stiffen in his pants. Vaalerya was a virgin of course, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of how the human body worked. Nuns were trained on childbirth after all, and in order to be a good midwife one had to understand the whole reproductive process. She couldn't help the feeling of desire that had begun to boil up in her body and she averted her gaze from the large man again.
The man quickly walked over to Vaalerya and brought her over to the wall. "Put your hands against the wall," he ordered the young girl. Vaalerya, shaking slightly from nerves obeyed his commands, placing her hands flat against the wall. "Spread your legs," he ordered her. Vaalerya spread her legs slowly as her blush deepened. The man, apparently not satisfied with her position, placed his hands on her lower back, forcing her to bend over even more. This position presented her vagina to the man for his viewing pleasure, and Vaalerya hated how that made her feel. These desires were against God and she felt an incredible amount of shame over how it made her feel.
"Count," he ordered her. Vaalerya was confused by what he meant, but only for a few seconds before she felt a sharp crack on her butt. He was spanking her! Like a naughty child! That feeling of desire that she had slowly felt building up throughout her experience was rapidly building. In her state of shock, she didn't count. That apparently made this man angry who quickly brought his hand down on her ass again, even harder. "Count!" he roared at her.
"One!" Vaalerya shouted, her voice cracking from fear. However, mixed in that fear was that desire that Vaalerya couldn't help but hide. The man had clearly picked up on it however and smirked. He then brought his palm back down on Vaalerya's behind. "Two!" she cried out. This spank had less fear, and more of that desire, but it was barely noticeable. The observant foreigner however did notice the slight change. It confirmed for him that his plan was working. He brought his hand down on her behind once again. "Three!" Vaalerya cried. The ratio of fear and pain to lust and desire had shifted slightly again.
Along with that shift came that intense burning shame that Vaalerya had been feeling since she had been dragged into this man's tent last night. She should not enjoy what was happening to her, but for some reason, she couldn't help the fact she was very much enjoying what this man was doing to her. She had been so lost in her train of thought, that she had missed the man's latest spank. This was followed up by a quicker, harder slap on her ass. That shook the girl out of her trance of thought to hear what he had to say.
"Once you get to ten spanks without missing one, we can stop," he commanded the young girl. The girl nodded in understanding and couldn't stop the words that tumbled out of her mouth.
"Yes, master," an intense burning shame immediately flooded the girl's face. Where on earth did that sentence come from? Why had she called this rough man master? The man however seemed to like it. A smirk came over his face and he spoke again, in that rough and accented voice that constantly reminded her that this man was foreign to her home. He didn't belong here and she had just called him master with any provocation.
"I like that… keep calling me master." He paused, clearly thinking about things before speaking again. "Or sir," he said in that rough voice that caused a peculiar mix of feelings in Vaalereya's loins. "Add it to the end of your count," he commanded her and waited, clearly waiting for a response. Vaalerya thankfully picked up on that, for her own sake, it was important she paid attention to those small details.
"Yes, sir," she said quickly and she couldn't help the way her loins tingled as she called this foreign man sir, or master. His hand came down on her behind with a sharp crack. "One! Sir!" she quickly added onto the end of her count. She had almost forgotten to add on the ending, and of course the man had noticed. However, he seemed to let it slide. He wordlessly brought his hand down on her butt with another spank. "Two, sir!" Vaalerya cried out. Her voice was now clouded over with slightly more lust than fear. That shame she had been feeling was starting to fade away as well, being replaced by a cloud of lust.
The man spanked her again, and Vaalerya cried out again. "Three, sir," she said. Her voice was growing thick with lust and desire. Her arousal was beginning to run down her legs, only slightly. However it was enough for the man to notice and smirk. The rough, foreign man brought his hand down on Vaalerya's butt again. "Four, sir," she cried out. Her ass was turning a bright red from the man's hits. There was no hint of shame in her voice now. There was still pain, but only slightly. Her voice was now thick with lust and desire and her brain was clouded over. She was losing herself into her subspace, just like the man had intended.
This rough man had noticed last night that this young nun was a natural submissive slut. The way she had reacted to being tied up was enough for him to figure that out. Her reaction to being spanked was only confirmation of his theory. He continued on with his spanking, the girl's arousal now fully dripping out of her pussy, coating her upper thighs. He reached the ten spanks, Vaalerya not missing a beat anymore. He then pulled away and to his slight surprise the girl actually whined a little.
He smirked a little and ran his finger along her upper thigh, making the girl shudder. He collected up a fair amount of her juices before yanking her by the hair suddenly and roughly made her turn around. He stuck the finger in her mouth. "You like being spanked, don't you?" The girl seemed to actually moan as she greedily sucked the juices off his finger. "You're wet with desire," he told her. "Only a whore would like being spanked. Are you a whore?" he asked her, withdrawing the finger from the nun's mouth.
"No, I am not a whore!" the girl shouted at him. She sounded unsure of herself however. The man just smirked, and forced her down on her knees. He took the rope and bound her wrists together again, but this time he also bound her ankle together. He then took a third piece of rope and connected the two bindings together. He then stood back up, and began to undo his pants, pulling out his penis. The girl stared at the erect member, and couldn't help the desire that had crept down to her loins, soaking her thighs again. The man smirked at the young nun who was staring at his cock.
"You like what you see?" he asked her with a smirk. The girl didn't respond, still staring at his erect dick. It was at least ten inches long, and proportionally thick. She had never seen a man's erect penis before, or even a flaccid one before. Unless it was attached to a baby. So, she didn't know just how well endowed this man was. She was shook out of her trance when he slapped her face. "Do you like it?" he barked at her.
"No!" she replied. The man smirked, and the girl winced, half-expecting him to slap her again. Instead he seized her by the back of her head and looked down at her. "Well, let's see if we can change that," he said before bringing her face close to his erect cock. The girl of course knew what he planned to do and shut her lips, refusing to open them. The man replied by pinching her nose. The girl didn't last long, eventually she had to open her mouth and the man seized his chance forcing her open mouth onto his cock.
It was a new taste for the young girl, and horrified as she was, she couldn't help but think she liked it. Her cloud of lust had faded a little after her spanking had ended, enough for the shame to come back. However, she apparently liked having a dick in her mouth even more than being spanked and the lust was coming back in full force, and much quicker than it had before. The man was slowly forcing his whole length into the young nun's mouth and she began to gag. Not because of the taste but because of how big he was. The man grunted, apparently enjoying what was happening. "Bite and I'll cut your teeth out," he told her. It was the first time he had actually threatened her during this whole proceeding. She had enough sense to know that biting wouldn't end well, especially after the threat. That left no choice but to sit there and let the man use her mouth as he pleased.
Eventually, the man was able to get all ten inches down the girl's throat. He smirked and looked down at the struggling young nun and pulled her off his cock. "Change your mind?" he asked her.
"No!" she said but a little weaker this time, like she was unsure of herself. She then closed her mouth again. However, he didn't need to pinch her nose to get her to open this time.
"Open your mouth," and, somewhat surprised at herself, the girl did exactly that. She opened her mouth and let the man begin to thrust all ten inches into her mouth again. He went faster this time, and the girl gagged, spitting up all over the intrusion in her mouth lubricating his dick. Once he had all ten inches in her mouth, he pulled back til only the head was inside her mouth. "Look up at me," despite her reservations, which were quickly fading, the girl found herself doing exactly that. He made eye contact with her as he began to throatfuck her, slowly at first, but quickly building up speed. She made choking and gagging sounds all the way, but she never vomited. Apparently his new little plaything had no gag reflex to speak of.
The man's grunts grew louder, eventually turning to groans. Vaalerya couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. She was pleasing her master. She then couldn't believe her own thought, but that shame was quickly fading. That same cloud of lust and desire that had come over her earlier while getting spanked was coming back. It was even stronger this time, and try as she might, Vaalerya couldn't shake it. Eventually, her logic and shame over enjoying this had faded away, replaced entirely by lust and desire. Her thighs were coated with her own juices once again, and the next thought that came to her almost shook her out of her trance.
She wanted his juices. She knew what fluid came out of a man, and for some strange reason she wanted it. She wanted it down her throat and all over her face, and despite the sinfulness of it… she wanted it inside her vagina. Before that cloud of lust had come over, she had been shocked and outraged if she had ever had that thought. She'd have punished herself for that kind of thinking, but she couldn't help it anymore. She wanted his semen.
Luckily for the young girl, she wouldn't have long to wait. The man's groans had grown louder and his breaths heavier. Then, without warning, he held her head down so all of his cock was buried in her throat and shot his sperm down her throat, and in the throws of his climax, he let go of her head. The girl instinctively pulled back for air and the last of his semen shot all over her face. She couldn't help the feeling that came over her next - she liked the taste of his juices and she loved having it all over her face. That cloud of lust had really taken over her thinking apparently.
The man pulled up his pants, and to his delight and whatever small piece of rationality the girl had left… she began to whine. "What is it?" he asked her, crouching down to get eye level with her. The girl knew what she wanted but didn't know how to express it, so she just continued to make those pathetic whining sounds. "What? Use your words. You sound like a dog." The girl couldn't bring herself to say it, and the man knew that the last part of his master plan was finally coming to fruition. He just rolled his eyes and got to his feet as if he were going to walk out of the cell. The panic over losing her chance overcame the small piece of herself that was left.
"I want you to put your penis inside my vagina!" she cried out, sounding defeated. The man smirked and turned back to her.
"Don't sound so clinical about it. Use the common words. I know them ,just as you do." The girl looked slightly unsure, and the man began to turn again. That panic came back and she spoke without thinking.
"I want you to fuck me!" she cried out in utter shame over the words that had just spilled out of her mouth. She couldn't believe what she was asking him or that she even wanted that. The man wasn't done torturing her yet, and he turned back to look at her again.
"Only a whore would say something like that. Are you a whore?" he asked her. The girl's sense of dignity and self-respect was quickly fading but not enough for her to admit she was a whore.
"No!" the man turned back again, now at the bars of the cell, opening the door slowly. That sense of panic the girl had felt earlier came back in full force, now fully overriding her sense of dignity and she couldn't stop the words that spilled out of her mouth. "Yes! I'm a whore!" she cried out. With that, the old Vaalerya was gone. Her previous sense of right and wrong had been fully overridden by that burning desire. The man smirked and closed the cell doors, coming back to the girl, who had finally accepted her place in the world.
"Well, now that you've finally admitted it," he said and began to undo the ropes binding the girl into a kneeling position. He reached into his tunic and retrieved a dog collar. The girl remained in a kneel, once a position that had meant prayer and devotion to the lord. Now, something that meant submission to her new master. He fastened the collar around her neck. It had a shiny metal tag that said something in his language. If she spoke Norwegian, she might have understood that it said 'slut'. He then took the rope and tied it to the collar. "Crawl," he commanded as he led his new pet out of the cell.
Vaalerya found herself crawling sedately behind and slightly to the left of this large man. Before today, if you had told Vaalerya that she would be wearing a collar and leash - and nothing else, while crawling around like a dog, she'd have scoffed at the notion. For some reason, despite the fact he wasn't touching her, that cloud of lust she had been feeling back in her cell wasn't fading. Vaalerya was still so horny that she couldn't shake herself out of this trance. She wasn't even aware of where this man was leading her, she was just padding along at his side like an obedient pet.
The man wasn't saying a word to her, and she was only slightly conscious of the fact he was leading her towards the sanctum. Unbeknownst to her, the other raiders had gathered up all the nuns into the sanctum to witness the final breaking of Vaalerya. The man walked the young girl up to the door leading into the sanctum. The girl was now vaguely aware of where she was being led. She stopped, apparently some deep part of her didn't want this to happen. The man stopped and looked down at the girl, yanking on her leash, but the young nun still didn't move. The man scowled and dropped the leash, and walked over to the nun who began to whimper in fear.
"I'm going to give you one chance here - follow me inside like a good girl, or I'll have to punish you." Vaalerya knew what he was planning for her inside, and a small part of her refused to take part in the sacrilege that was about to occur. So, she slowly stood to her feet and covered herself up with her hands.
"Let me go," she told him weakly. There wasn't a lot of fight in that statement, but it was still insolent. Her new master wouldn't have any of that and walked over to her, and she whimpered a bit and tried to back away, but he stepped on her leash, holding her in place. His massive hand reached down and deftly inserted a digit into her moist pussy. The girl, in spite of herself moaned at the intrusion. That cloud of lust she had been feeling before came back in force. The man's finger hooked and began to rub on her G-spot, and his thumb found her clit. The stimulation was too much for Vaalerya and her hips began to buck into his hand. The man smirked.
"Looks to me like you don't actually want me to let you go," the girl bit back a moan, and slowly replied. Her voice was thick with lust and her eyes were heavily lidded.
"Please…" she said between moans. The girl's breaths grew heavy and more rapid, her moans loud and clear. The nuns inside the sanctum definitely could hear Vaalerya, and one of them tried to escape. She was quickly caught by a raider and she didn't even make it to the door. "Let… me… go," she said slowly and between moans. The man frowned. He hadn't expected her to be this difficult to control, but the man could tell that she was very close to her climax. The man then removed his finger, stopping the stimulation and the girl cried out. "No!" she said desperately, clearly upset at the lost orgasm. The man smirked, knowing she would be putty in his hands.
"Did you want me to continue or let you go?" he asked her. The girl whined, and that small part of herself that was left tried to tell her to tell him to let her go. However, her horniess and desperation for an orgasm made her speak without thinking.
"Please make me orgasm master," she begged him, getting back down on her knees. The man smirked and picked up her leash.
"I'll make you cum - if you follow me inside like a good girl," Vaalerya paused, clearly her inner morals were still strong and fighting, but it just wasn't enough to combat her lust. Vaalerya hung her head in defeat, and the man's smirk grew wide as he led the girl through the door and into the sanctum.
The nuns gasped when the man opened the door and led the naked Vaaleya into the sanctum. The girl was sedately crawling on all fours at his side, refusing to make eye contact with her sisters. One of them tried to call out, but the raider quickly covered her mouth. The only sound that could be heard was the cheering of the other raiders. They were all speaking in that foreign language that Vaalerya didn't understand. She still didn't know who these men were, where they came from, but what was clear was the fact the man who held her leash was in charge of the others.
The nuns were not allowed to speak or look away as Vaalerya was led up the aisle towards the altar. Once the man reached the altar, he lead Vaalerya around to the backside of it. Then he bent down and picked the girl up effortlessly, he placed her on the altar. She was facing the nuns and other raiders while her pussy was glistening at her new master. She couldn't make eye contact with the other nuns while the man behind her reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock. Because of the positioning of the altar and Vaalerya, the nuns and raiders couldn't see the massive dick, but the implication of what was about to happen was clear.
The man lined his massive member up with the girl's moist and virginal pussy, he then lent over and seized her by the hair. "Look at your sisters while I fuck you," he whispered into ear. Vaalerya had no choice but to look right at her sisters. They looked at Vaalerya with pity, but were shocked to see that the girl's bright green eyes were clouded over with lust. They looked even more shocked when the man began to insert himself into Vaalerya's tight cunt and she let out a loud moan.
Of course, it hurt, but she was horny and like a bitch in heat that any pain was easily overshadowed by the pleasure of being filled up by the man's massive cock. The man was going slow, allowing her to get used to the feeling of being penetrated. The girl's moans grew softer and that initial one, and then his dick found resistance. He smirked and pushed right through it, ripping Vaalerya's hymen and taking her virginity with it. The girl's cry was mostly one of pain, just just briefly as that overwhelming pleasure and lust took over once again.
The nuns couldn't have looked more scandalized and outraged at this act of sacrilege. This man had just taken a nun's virginity on the altar of a monastery! Some of them cast fearful looks up at the sky, half-expecting a bolt of lighting to strike them all down. A couple of the younger nuns looked almost turned on by the display in front of them - Vaalerya was a nun, and nuns were prudes by nature. So if this man managed to turn Vaalerya into a horny and simple village girl… he must have been very skilled. The raiders guarding those particular nuns smirked at each other - those nuns would be coming with them after they left.
Vaalerya's moans grew louder as any trace of pain quickly faded away. The man continued to take his initial penetration slowly, and eventually he managed to bury all of himself inside Vaalerya. The nun moaned out very loudly, and he smirked, leaning over to pull up on her hair so her back became arched. "Look at them and tell them where my cock is," Vaalerya, totally lost in pleasure didn't even question him.
"Your cock is inside my pussy master!" she cried out. The older nuns looked startled at her exclamation, so did the younger, exceptionally devout one. However, more and more of the young nuns who maybe weren't so sure of their faith began to get turned on by the display of eroticism. Luckily for them, the instincts that had gotten them into trouble with the monastery's leadership would save their lives now.
The man began to pull out, just as slowly, and Vaalerya couldn't stop herself from wiggling her hips as if she were trying to get him to go faster. The man smirked as he pulled his cock almost all the way out, and still holding onto Vaalerya, he whispered in her ear again. "Tell them what you want," Vaalerya, totally lost now, cried out.
"I want you to fuck me harder master," she said in almost whiny tone. The man smirked, yes, she really was a natural slut. He hadn't told her to call him master or to use those dirtier words, but the effect on the nuns was obvious. The man's smirk grew wider, and then he slammed his whole dick inside her with one quick thrust. The girl's eyes grew wide and she cried out in ecstasy as the man went from zero to hundred incredibly quickly. His thrusts were very quick and rapid now, and the sound of slapping skin resounded throughout the sanctum. "Oh, YES!" Vaalerya cried out. "Harder, master! Fuck me harder!" she screamed in between her moans.
The man grunted and to oblige her wishes dropped her hair, seizing both of her hips and somehow increasing the pace of his thrusts. Vaalerya's orgasm, which he had building her up to all day was coming very quickly now. She couldn't speak coherently any more, just garbled gibberish, moans and cries of ecstasy. Then, without warning, her pussy clamped down on the man's cock, trying to milk him for his cum. The man smirked, grabbed her hair again so the nuns could watch as Vaalerya's orgasm rocked her tiny body. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her tongue was lolling out like a dog's. The nuns either grew even more scandalized or more turned on, and the division was obvious.
The man didn't stop or slow down, just pounding away at her pussy through her orgasm. This, of course, extended it for a very long time. Eventually, though her orgasm slowed and Vaalereya was able to put her tongue back into her mouth. The man didn't let go of her hair however, instead leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Tell them what just happened," he commanded her. Despite the fact that her long-awaited orgasm had passed, the cloud of lust hadn't faded in the slightest. So, his command didn't faze the young girl at all, who cried out loudly.
"I just came all over your cock master," she said in between her moans. Only then did the man allow her to drop back down to the altar. Her announcement wasn't really necessary as it was plainly obvious what had just happened. The man's thrusts didn't slow down or stop, and the girl's second orgasm was drawing rapidly near. The man's own orgasm was coming on very quickly as well. Vaalerya's pussy was incredibly tight, and the clenching that had occurred when she orgasmed made it feel like a vice. Few men could have stopped themselves from cumming straight away and no man would last long after the fact.
The young girl's breathing grew deeper and more rapid. Her cries of pleasure grew much more frequent and louder. The man began to grunt in concentration, it was taking all of his effort and stamina not to blast his load right now. His men noticed this and cheered him on, yelling out what sounded like phrases of encouragement in that harsh language. The nuns were just staring at the display, with either outright lust and jealousy or with horror and indignation.
Without warning, the girl clamped down on his cock again, and the man reached down to make sure she was showing off that lovely orgasm face. This orgasm was even harder than the last one, and she actually began to shake, her eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling out. It looked for all the world like Vaalerya had just passed out, and in fact, for a brief moment, she did. The man grunted loudly and thrusted deeply into the girl before shooting his load deep into Vaalerya's pussy. The clamping down had proved too much even for him. Vaalerya moaned and almost sighed in pleasure when she felt her pussy fill up with his hot cum. The nun's eyes grew wide as the implications of what had just happened was obvious.
Their suspicions were confirmed when the man pulled out his softening dick and hefted Vaalerya onto the altar, spinning her around and spreading her legs. The man's cum began to leak out of her pussy and onto the altar. This had also placed his cock close to her mouth, and without command, she eagerly began to suckle on it. The man looked down startled and smirked when he saw Vaalerya cleaning his dick off.
The nuns looked horrified - before, the older ones had been able to convince themselves that Vaalerya didn't want this. Her moans and cries weren't her fault - it was natural. However, the girl had without any prompting began to suck on this raider's massive dick. That basically rendered the theory of force and coercion impossible. It meant that the young girl was a willing, maybe even eager partner in that display. It was terribly upsetting to older and prude ones. The ones that had been turned on only felt their own pussies moisten at the thought.
The man cried out something in that harsh language when Vaalerya began to suckle on his member. His men cheered, and when the man felt his cock was clean enough, he pulled it away from Vaalerya and put it back into his pants. The young nun actually whined when the dick was taken away from her. "You can play with it later if you're a good girl," he told her. The girl nodded eagerly and allowed the man to pull her off the altar.
The man lead Vaalerya, who was once again crawling at his side like an obedient dog down the aisle. The man barked out a series of orders to his men in that same language. The men understood him, but obviously the nuns didn't. He had ordered any nun that had appeared to be turned on by that to be brought with them as slaves. The rest were to be executed.
Vaalerya didn't know or care, even if she had known the fate of her sisters, she still wouldn't have cared. The young nun had been broken and built back up so that all she cared about was pleasing her master and thereby receiving her award of cock. So, she willingly found herself going with her master, and didn't have to be forced as he led her, still naked, down to his ship, where he would take her home to live out the rest of her days as a sex slave. A willing sex slave.