Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,103

pushed back into her, she pulled out, slamming back in. My hand was fisting my cock, furiously pounding into my pelvis. Knowing I would be bruised, I still gave as good as she was giving. She had learned so much in this short amount of time even for someone so innocent as she was.

As long as we kept her hymen intact, we could do whatever we needed with the rest of her. That thought made big white ropes of come shoot out into my hand as I covered the tip. The strap on did absolutely nothing for her, but she was there for penance, not pleasure. I slid off gingerly. Turning over onto my back, my hand was full of my sperm. She would ingest most of it, but some she would wear the rest of the night.

Covered in sweat, trying to catch my breath, I sat up, smiling at the discomfort, hand painted over the scars I had given her, then fed her with the rest. I kissed her full on the lips while she had the mask on. Then pushed her face down so she could pay homage to my shriveling cock and balls with her tongue. After she finished, I got up, went to the restroom to shower, then came back and untied her.

She gathered all the supplies so she could clean them and put them away, then she put her habit back on and slipped out the same way she came.

Sister Purity

Father Clarence always keeps me late with his perversions. Now I needed to rush back to my room so I could try and clean all this filth off my flesh and get my prayers in before I got caught after my curfew.

No matter what happens here, I have to believe that it is better than what would’ve happened had I stayed at the group home, although I still don't know what happened to Tanya and the others.

My first day at the Convent, I was given a tour of the facility. The pamphlets had given me the conventional rules and some non-conventional ones. Since I was coming in untarnished, virginal, I was obviously expected to stay that way. The vow of silence was my choice. It seemed to kill two birds with one stone.

One, it would let me take in as much knowledge as I could at the convent. Two, and this one may be the most important, the cops could not compel me to testify to anything if they ever realized it was me that put a large dose of rat poison in Rita’s special creamer only she was allowed to use. My hope was, it would be a long slow death. Also, since I was here, I would be forgiven for that act.

Mother Superior seemed quite pleased with my vow of silence since I was new, and, needed to absorb knowledge, that was until the two priests stepped in to take over my training. They said they wanted to make sure I was being watched as closely as possible.

Sadly, since then, she had treated me like a leper. It wasn’t like I had a choice. I would not choose to be used for such degrading acts, but if that is my path, then that is what I shall do.

So here I am, sheltered in my own room. It’s not like I don’t hear or see things the other girls do. For me, when I am with the men, I feel like I am doing something positive.

With Father O’Rourke, his carnal desires and pain predilections are tempered by having a living canvas. It helps me know how much pain I can withstand. When I cry, it is purging for me, purging of my soul. It also saves another soul who may not be as strong as I am.

With Father Clarence, well, if he can think of me as the young boy he needs for his fantasies, it saves a real young boy from going through it. I would rather be part of the deviance then worry about the psyche of someone else who doesn’t comprehend what is happening.

I choose to lay in bed to pray, when it is my evening prayers. It helps me relax after my long day, but it also lets me drift over my consciousness. It feels like I actually come out of my body, hover over, and watch what is happening.

I’m generally watching myself lying on the wooden structure I sleep on, but sometimes, once in a while, I see one