Sex Practice (18 page)

"All right,"
she finally conceded, kicking her shoes off. "No one will know
about this, will they? I mean, if Mother Barren-Womb were to find
out that I'd undressed and allowed you to examine me, she'd be
furious."

"Trust me,
Mary. Whatever happens in this room will remain our secret. Not
even God will know about it."

"He will! He's
everywhere!"

"He's not in
here, this is a God-free zone. Take your habit off."

Tugging her
habit over her head, her long jet-black hair falling over her naked
shoulders, the girl unclipped her bra and released her firm breasts
from the white cotton cups. Eyeing her curvaceous body, her erect
nipples, her chocolate-brown areolae, Larry opened a large cupboard
and pulled out his special chair. Gazing in awe at the round hole
in the seat of the chair, Mary stood naked before Larry, her hand
over her open mouth.

"You want me
to sit on that?" she asked in surprise, folding her arms to conceal
her naked breasts.

"Yes, if you
would. The hole in the centre of the chair is for... just sit down,
Mary," Larry smiled, taking the girl's arm. "That's it, now put
your hands behind the back of the chair."

"Why?" she
asked, her eyes following Larry as he moved behind her.

"This will
help your pelvic muscles to... there, that's it!" he chuckled,
deftly lashing her wrists together with a length of rope.

"Why have you
tied my wrists?" she gasped, trying to wriggle free.

"So that I can
sexually abuse your beautiful wet cunt!" he laughed, kneeling down
and massaging her swollen cunt lips through the hole in the
chair.

"Please, you
can't do this to me!"

"I have done
it to you!"

"Mother
Barren-Womb will..."

"You're no
more a nun than I'm the fucking pope! Did you really believe that
you could fool me?"

"Fool
you?"

"I know who
you are - Christine Cology! I suppose this was your mother's idea,
her way of trying to..."

"She'll come
looking for me!" the girl hissed as Larry slipped his finger
between her fleshy vaginal lips and drove it deep into her tight
vaginal cavern.

"That's true,
but she won't find you!" he laughed, slipping his wet finger out of
her cunt and rising to his feet. "You see that blank wall, do you
notice anything odd about it?" he asked.

"No, no I
don't."

"Watch."

Pressing a
button concealed beneath the shelf, Larry grinned as the false wall
slowly slid back, revealing another room. Her eyes wide as she
gazed at the chains hanging from the walls, the handcuffs and whips
adorning the room, the horizontal planks of padded wood forming an
X, Christine turned to Larry.

"What are you
going to do to me?" she asked fearfully.

"Many things,
Christine - but the first thing I'd like to do is fuck you, fuck
your tight cunt hole! It seems that I'm now in a position to call
the shots!" he grinned, dragging the chair into his secret room.
"All the time I have you, your mother won't be able to do a thing.
Of course, I realize that Monica was behind this, telling your
mother about Barren-Womb sending one of her nuns to see me. As
Monica's out at the moment, she won't know that you've arrived.
I'll tell her that you didn't turn up and..."

"I'll
scream!"

"Go ahead,
this room has been completely soundproofed. No one will hear
anything, Christine, no one will ever know that I'm in here,
fucking you, fucking your tight arse hole!"

"This is
against the law!" the girl spat. "You can't..."

"Which
law?"

"The law of
the land!"

"I abide only
by Satan's laws. All's fair in lust and sex. Right, I'm going to
lay you on my sex cross!" he chuckled, releasing the struggling
girl's hands and frogmarching her to the cross. Pinning her naked
body across the padded planks, he managed to secure her
outstretched arms with rope. "You came here expecting me to fuck
you, so I'm going to fuck you!"

"I didn't come
here expecting..." she screamed, desperately struggling to break
free.

"Yes, you did!
You were hoping that I'd fuck you so that you could go running back
and tell your... wait a minute!" he gasped, parting her kicking
legs and securing her ankles to the ends of the planks. "You'd need
proof, wouldn't you? It would be my word against yours if... how
were you going to prove what had happened to you?"

"Monica was...
I... I wasn't going to prove anything!" she returned, her four
limbs stretched out, her cunt crack open, yawning - her naked body
completely defenceless.

"Ah, Monica,
of course! No doubt she was going to... hang on, she said she was
going to the hairdresser. No doubt the plan was for her to come
barging in and... and bring your bloody mother with her as a
witness!"

"No, no
she..."

"Right, I'm
going to have some fun with you! As I said, scream for all you're
worth, but it won't do you any good!" Raising his hands above his
head and looking up at the ceiling, Larry grinned. "Satan, I offer
you this girl's cunt! Take her, Satan, take her cunt!"

"You're
mad!"

"We're all
mad, Christine."

"You mustn't
call on the Devil!"

"Why not, he's
a good mate of mine."

The planks
about eighteen inches above the floor, Larry sat between the
trembling girl's splayed thighs, his face level with her gaping
cunt slit. Parting her sex folds, he licked her pinken flesh,
sucking on her inner lips, savouring the heady taste of her sticky
vaginal juices. Squirm and tug on her bonds though she did, she
couldn't prevent Larry from lapping at her open hole and pushing
his tongue into her defenceless sex cavern.

"You'll be
sorry for this!" she screamed as Larry drove three fingers deep
into her wet vaginal duct.

"You can't
prove a thing!" he chuckled, thrusting his fingers in and out of
her fiery cunt. "Besides, I'm going to keep you here forever!"

"I'll escape
and..."

"Christine,
let's not talk about escaping! Why don't you relax and enjoy
yourself? I'm going to fuck you in a minute, I'm going to spunk up
your tight cunt hole - you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"No! If you
dare to..."

"I'll fuck
your bottom, too. I know you'll love having my hard cock spunking
up your arse hole!"

"If
you..."

"Right, I'll
get my cock out and give your cunt a good seeing to!" he laughed,
slipping his wet fingers out of her tightening pussy hole. "Later,
I'll wank over your tits. Yes, cleavage sex, I like that. I might
even fuck your pretty mouth, if you're a good girl."

"I'll bite
your cock off if you..."

"In that case,
I'll wank over your face, splatter my spunk over your mouth. But
it's your lovely bum-hole that I'm looking forward to! I love
slipping my cock up a hot, tight, velvety bum-hole!"

Pushing the
hinged planks apart, painfully opening the girl's legs, her vaginal
crack, Larry grinned. His sex cross was an ingenious invention -
the padded planks not only able to open and close like scissors,
but move up and down, raising his victim's legs. Do you like my sex
cross?" he asked, pushing the planks further apart, her cunt gaping
as her thighs opened almost to right angles to her naked body.

"You disgust
me!" she spat.

"Why, thank
you! OK, here comes my big cock!"

Kneeling
between his prisoner's thighs, Larry unzipped his trousers and
hauled his erect penis out, rubbing his bulbous knob up and down
her sex slit, lubricating his weaponhead with her lubricious cunny
juice. Lifting her head, spitting expletives, Christine grimaced as
Larry's knob entered her vaginal portal and drove deep into her
struggling body. Her outer lips taut around the base of his solid
member, his full balls squashed against her taut buttocks, his
glans pressing against her cervix, she was completely impaled on
his veined sex-staff.

Slipping his
penis out of her cunt, Larry drove his fleshpole into her again,
causing her stomach to rise, her clitoris to stiffen in response to
the vaginal pummelling. Holding her swollen pussy lips apart with
his thumbs, exposing her sex button, he gazed at her pinken
girl-flesh, the sheer girth of his wet shaft, as it repeatedly
entered her hot cunt and emerged, dripping with her vaginal fluid.
Gasping, her eyes closed, the girl was obviously enjoying the
enforced fucking, the penile thrusting, as Larry quickened his
rhythm. Would she come? he wondered, massaging her solid clitoris
with his thumb. Would she beg for more sex after he'd spunked up
her cunt and taken her to her shuddering climax?

"There's
nothing I like more than tying a girl down and using her body for
obscene sex!" he chuckled as she tossed her head from side to side,
her long black hair veiling her sex-flushed face. "And there's
nothing Brigit likes more than drinking sperm from a tethered
girl's dripping cunt hole!"

Remaining
silent, Christine relaxed, allowing the sensations of orgasm to
build deep within her contracting womb. Her nipples erect, her
areolae darkening in her sexual arousal, she was close to her
climax, Larry observed. His balls slapping her taut buttocks as he
fucked her, he gasped as his knob throbbed and his sperm coursed
its way up his twitching penis shaft and jetted from his pulsating
knob.

"God, you're
tight!" he cried, thrusting into her spasming cunt as she gasped in
the grip of her orgasm. "Ah, ah, your cunt's so hot, tight,
wet!"

"Harder!" she
wailed in her sexual delirium, her thighs twitching, her breasts
heaving, bouncing. "Fuck me harder!"

Grabbing her
hips, Larry complied, driving his orgasming knob deep into her
drenched cunt, his shaft gliding over her sensitive clitoris,
satisfying her lust, sustaining her climax. The remnants of his
spunk pumping into her vagina, bathing her hot cervix, Larry
finally slowed his rhythm, gently bringing the girl down from her
sexual heaven. Gasping, semiconscious, her tethered body quivering,
she opened her eyes and lifted her head.

"You're a
bastard, you really are!" she spat, yanking on her bonds.

"God, I needed
that!" Larry chuckled, slipping his semi-erect penis out of her
hot, sperm-drenched cuntal sheath. "I'll fuck your arse hole
later!"

"My mother
knows where I am! You needn't think that you'll get away with
this!"

"What is it
with women?" Larry frowned, zipping his trousers. "Men go to all
the trouble of fucking them, and all they get in return is
complaints!"

"Rape, that's
what it is!"

"Rape, my
arse! You came here knowing full well I'd fuck you, so how can you
say that I've raped you? You wanted this to happen so that Monica
and your mother would catch me red-handed - red-knobbed! Right,
I'll see you later. I have things to do."

Slipping out
of the room and pressing the button, Larry watched the false wall
slide across, concealing his prisoner. Grabbing the girl's habit,
he stuffed it into the cupboard along with her grey knickers and
bra. "Right, that should do it!" he grinned, flinging her shoes
into the cupboard and closing the door.

Walking
towards reception, Larry smiled at Brigit. "Where's the witch?" he
asked.

"She's still
out," Brigit replied. "What have you done with the nun?"

"She's no nun,
she's Gina's daughter!"

"God, really?
Where is she?"

"In the secret
room. Ah, right on cue!" he grinned, turning to face Monica and
Gina as they entered reception. "Hallo, ladies! And Gina."

"Hasn't the
nun arrived?" Monica asked, her suspicious eyes frowning at
Larry.

"No, she
hasn't. I do hate it when people miss appointments, it's such a
waste of my time! How are you, Gina? What brings you to my highly
successful and profitable establishment of sexology?"

"I was just
passing when I met Monica in the street," the pretty blonde
replied, glancing around reception.

"Where could
the nun have got to?" Monica asked, her puzzled gaze catching
Gina's. "The appointment was..."

"God only
knows!" Larry groaned. "Anyway, I have things to do. Sally Peabody
is due soon so I'd better prepare myself, you know what she can be
like! Er... Gina, would you like me to pull your panties down
and..."

"No, I
wouldn't!" she returned, cutting his lewd remark.

"I don't
understand why the nun missed her appointment!" Monica persisted,
turning to Brigit. "Are you sure she didn't turn up, Brigit?"

"Of course I'm
sure! I'd know if a nun walked in here, wouldn't I? Unless I've
forgotten. You know what my memory's like."

"I'll be
going," Gina said, forcing a smile as she moved towards the door.
"Er... I'll be in touch, Monica."

"Yes, yes all
right. I'll... I'll let you know about... I'll ring you."

"Bye, Gina!"
Larry called, his dark eyes grinning. "Mind how you go!"

Watching
Monica walk down the hall towards his consulting room, Larry
grinned. The old bat knew that something was going on, she knew
that Gina's daughter would have turned up. Between them, Monica and
Gina had gone to a lot of trouble hiring the habit and preparing
the trap - Christine wouldn't have let them down, Monica would be
sure of that. Nudging Brigit as Monica peered into the examination
room, Larry chuckled.

"She can't
understand it!" he whispered excitedly. "Look at her, she's sure
that the girl's here somewhere, but she'll never find her!"

"How long will
you keep her here?" Brigit asked as Monica turned and walked
towards reception.

"I don't know.
To be honest, I don't know what to do with the girl, apart from
fuck her! Er... are you looking for something, Monica?"

"No, no, I...
what time's that dreadful Peabody girl due?"