Our Mother of Cassini Abbey was located in Northern Italy near the Swiss border, atop a pass so high no one could get to it except the most devout and most determined sisters of the faith. There was not even a path to the top—part of the test of one’s faith at Mother Cassini was to find a way there, since it was likely you would never descend. It was said of the nuns that none had ever left the Abbey, so in love were they with its Abbess, Mother Superior Vanessa, who inspired fear, awe and sanctity. After hearing of these wonderful things, and being devout in my Catholic faith, and a virgin, I decided at the age of seventeen to climb the citadel and beseech Mother Vanessa to allow me to make my vows. Guided by instinct and faith and my precious virginity, my feet—below the castle—were aided in their steps by none other than the blessed Virgin. I found my way over the rocky terrain, falling many times, and panting with the effort, I entered by the afternoon of the second day into a kind of religious ecstasy, and a new strength fond me where none had been before. I toiled and toiled, and in another hour, I beheld what I had so long desired to see: a nun looking down at me from the high ramparts of the Citadel—waving. She was clad in a chaste blue and white habit, and motioned me to the giant gates. They opened a bit, and I was startled to see the nun with six large dogs beside her.
“They are purebred Danes,” said the sister cheerfully. “You need not be afraid. They are fully—uh trained.”
“I am sister Desiree,” added the nun. “Do you wish to rest before seeing Mother Vanessa? From your looks, she will want to see you today. But at the moment she is—uh—praying with another sister in her chambers. The Prioress is now seventy-three.”
“That would be fine of course. I am Clarissa.” I said.
“Good. I will show you the heated showers. Vespers, followed by dinner, are at five o’clock.”
Sister Desiree showed me my room and its appointments. I was starving but said nothing. The young, buxom nun told me to take off my clothes, and I handed them to her. I was startled that she stared at me as I showered and even appeared to rub herself inappropriately through her habit as I soaped myself. She just kept staring at my unshaved female parts. Embarrassed by her attentions, I tried to turn away. Then she insisted on toweling me off, rubbing my pussy slowly and suggestively, forgive such a filthy word. Finally, she tried to kiss me, grabbing me by the arms.
“Mother of God do you think I am such a girl?”, I cried.
“I think you will be, Clarissa. With that between your legs.” She pointed.
“What am I to wear at Vespers then?” I demanded, angrily.
“Just this” said Sister Desiree.
This saucy nun tossed me a thin shift, cut low to my bosom and a bodice that unlaced.
“And my underclothes?”
I was outraged.
“You won’t need those to meet the Mother Superior.”
Nothing here was anything like I had imagined. The Abbey was huge. The nuns assembled in the refectory, and when the Mother Superior arrived at the head table the meal began. It seemed normal enough, with the novitiates setting down the plates and removing them like clockwork. I sat in my thin shift at the end of a long bench, taking the soup course, then the bread and meat. Suddenly an older nun, in her forties, leaned over and whispered “open your legs as you eat. It is the custom of the order.” I looked around guiltily and saw that this was true. So, I opened my legs wide as ordered. The nun next to me said “hike up your skirts so you are available as needed.” It was at this point that I noticed the dogs had been let in. Some sat to receive scraps from the table. They were huge animals. The beautiful, young nun next to me suddenly stiffened and moaned softly. I looked down and to my horror saw one of the trained dogs was patiently enjoying her pussy, licking in its soft pink inner folds. No one commented on or noticed this sex act. Around the long table, which was otherwise silent, there now erupted many moans and curses from individual sisters. One nun threw her head back and shrieked, “Oh my motherfucking god I’m cumming!” Thank god, for whatever reason, an animal did not defile me that night because I prayed fervently to our Lord. I continued to eat my meal, tears rolling down my cheeks. Now I knew what this corrupt order was about. Fucking beasts. I also knew they would make me have carnal knowledge with those dogs.
I prayed and prayed to our Lord as I was walked by two nuns down long marble hallways to the Abbess’s chambers where I was to be examined. I dropped my head as I entered—of course one of the large dogs heaved himself up off the marble tesserae and stood looking at me, lazily wagging his tail. Mother Vanessa did not look up. The two nuns unlaced the bodice of my shift and pulled out my breasts for inspection. My bosoms hung out. I was terribly embarrassed and did not know where to place my hands. Finally, the Abbess rose and walked over to me, massaged my mammaries with pleasure, and then lifted my skirts and began feeling my hairy female parts. She manipulated and probed the slit expertly to give me pleasure and I sighed and moaned. Then she inserted a finger, to see if I was virgin. Satisfied that I was, Mother Vanessa poured wine for the two of us out of a silver pitcher and said—you will come to love the delirious pleasures of the Abbey of Cassini, Clarissa. This wine consecrates your union with our order. I drank a few delicate sips from the cup, as did she. She embraced me and kissed me and felt my breasts again. My mind was still racing with ways to escape this place.
I had a terrible headache when I awoke and felt uncomfortably restrained. I wore a black dog collar, and black leather bands on my wrists and ankles. Now I was completely naked—strapped (hands, knees and feet) into a doctor’s chair that held my legs wide open—my tufted hairy bush sticking out above my smooth womanly belly. One of the nuns was caressing the hair of my slit to excite me. The dog that always accompanied the Mother Superior was on a high pedestal so I could watch his preparation. Despite being this far in, I could not believe they would do this.
Mother Vanessa began pulling on the animal’s furry sheath, with long strong strokes. The animal’s tongue started drooling obscenely.
“Barnabus’s stiff boner will stick out with a tiny tip at first,” Vanessa commented, as I gaped at the dog’s dick.
“Small and pink.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the animal’s cock. The Mother Superior continued the strong downward tugging. Then the seventy-year-old abbess stooped beneath the beast and started to suck on the dog’s penis. Her hands continued the expert manipulation, as the dog bunched up his hindquarters involuntarily. The more the dog was sucked, the longer the red-hot cock grew. The Moher Superior’s head began to bob on the dick. One of the nuns began to smear thick slabs of butter on my pudenda, breasts and face to excite the animal when I was mounted. Vanessa stepped away from the engorged member. It hung straight down—ready for fucking.
“Look at it Clarissa, look at what will be penetrating your soul.”
The huge prick was a fiery scarlet pulsing with writhing veins. It was nine inches long, curved in the middle, very thick and with a weird pointed tip to it. The knot was huge, revolting, with a flared knob that would tie him to me as I was bred and mated. Now that I saw that motherfucking prick I began to be truly afraid.
I prayed out loud to Jesus, because I was about to raped by a Great Dane. Several things happened in seconds. Mother Vanessa pushed the dog off the pedestal, and said “Fuck her Barnabus,” and the dog hurled himself on top of me as I shrieked and begged. Then the animal destroyed my hymen. In a bloody second. I screamed from the pain. I was not a virgin anymore. I sobbed and cried when I felt the animal’s penis rutting deep inside my vagina. Then Barnabus gripped my ribcage with his powerful forelegs so I felt all his weight on top of me as he started fucking me furiously, shaking the chair. I yelled with each penetration. Finally, the dog began licking the butter from my breasts and face—and the nuns kept smearing on more. They smeared my mouth, and held my mouth open and dipped huge amounts of butter into my mouth and the dog began kissing me! I was being truly bred, I was making love to him! When I tried to turn away in disgust the nuns held my head firmly and the dog’ long pink tongue slithered into my mouth as I was fucked. The dog used me like his bitch. He didn’t care. I sobbed, I screamed and I pulled against my restraints but they wouldn’t move. There was no God! There couldn’t be!
“Oh my fucking God, what are you making me do?,” I sobbed, as I was bred.
“Why? Why? I was pure?”
“Because, dear Clarissa, you must learn to serve cocks. And my dogs have the biggest,” whispered the evil Abbess. “Your insignificant purity is nothing compared to that penis that is stealing your soul.”
The dog’s humping began to slow slightly and I thought the animal torture might be ending. But no. I felt a hot thin squirting begin between my young loins. Now the animal was fertilizing me. For twenty minutes, as I sobbed, the liquid poured into my seventeen-year-old womb. Dog sperm. I could feel moisture leaking in hot trickles out of my matted, hairy pussy. The dog kept twitching, humping rhythmically. The dog-cock kept sliding its huge, rock-hard length into my cunt. Suddenly I laughed. Out loud. Because I actually began to be aroused, deep in my cunt. Mother Vanessa smiled. It never failed.
Oh….Ohh..Oh my cocksucking mother-fucking god in heaven,”…I blurted out.
“This big-dicked beast is getting me fucking hot sisters! Ohh myy fuck…by Christ’s balls!”
The sisters petted my pretty head.
“Cum Clarissa. Cum on your new master’s cock! So fine!”
Then as the beast fucked me hard I started to spasm in my loins, my thighs squeezed up and I milked the dick. Finally I threw my head side to side, screaming,
—I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M FUCKING CUMMING ON A DOG!!!
And this is how my pussy was made new that day and I committed many sinful acts with my holes, and pissed on young women and sucked beasts with my bare-breasted sisters. I was initiated into the new Order.