“Good, so let it be then,” cried the Superior. “You, Ambrose, will have a slippery nest for your share.”
“Not I,” rejoined that determined ecclesiastic; “if you go first, and that monster Clement has her second, and before me, I shall attack by the breech and pour offering in another direction.”
“Do with me as you will,” cried Bella, “I will try and bear all. But, oh, my Fathers, make haste and began.”
Once more the Superior drove in his stalwart weapon.
Bella met the stiff insertion with delight. She hugged him, she bore down against him, and received his jets of emission with ecstatic outbursts of her own.
Clement now presented himself. His monstrous affair was already between the plump legs of the young Bella.
The disproportion was terrible, but the priest was as strong and lewd as largely made, and after sundry violent and ineffectual efforts, he got in and commenced to ram the whole of his asinine member into her belly.
It is impossible to relate how the terrible proportions of this man roused the lascivious imaginations of Bella, or with what a frenzy of passion she found herself deliciously crammed and stretched by the huge genitals of Father Clement.
After a struggle of full ten minutes, Bella received the throbbing mass up to the big balls, which pressed her bottom below.
Bella threw out both her pretty legs, and allowed the brute to revel at his leisure in her charms.
Clement showed no anxiety to cut short his luscious enjoyment, and it was a quarter of an hour before two violent discharges put an end to his pleasure.
Bella received them with deep sighs of delight, and gave down a copious emission of her own upon the thick inpourings of the lustful Father.
Clement had hardly withdrew his monstrous affair from the belly of the young Bella, then, reeking from the arms of her huge lover, she fell into those of Ambrose.
True to his expressed intention, it is now her beautiful buttocks he attacks, and seeks with fierce energy to insert the throbbing head of his instrument within the tender folds of her posterior’s aperture.
In vain he seeks to gain a lodgment. The broad head of his weapon is repulsed at each assault, as with brutal lust he tries hard to force himself inwards.
But Ambrose is not to be so easily defeated, he essays again, and at length a determined effort lodges the head within the delicate opening.
Now is his time—a vigorous lunge drives in a couple of inches more and with a single bound the lascivious priest then buries himself to the balls.
Bella’s beautiful buttocks had a decided attraction for the lustful priest. He was agitated to an extraordinary degree, as he bore forward in his fierce efforts. He pressed his long and thick member inwards with ecstasy, regardless of the pain the stretching was causing her, as long as he could feel the delicious constrictions of her delicate young parts.
Bella utters a dreadful cry. She is impaled upon the stiff member of the brutal ravisher. She feels his throbbing flesh in her vitals, and endeavours, with frantic efforts, to escape.
But Ambrose, passing his strong arms round her slender waist, restrains her, while he follows each movement made by her, and retains himself in her quivering body by a continued inward strain.
Thus struggling, step by step, the girl crossed the apartment, having the fierce Ambrose firmly imbedded in her posterior passage.
Meanwhile this lewd spectacle was not without its effect upon the beholders.
A shout of laughter issued from their throats, and both applauded the vigour of their companion, whose visage, inflamed and working, bore ample testimony to his pleasurable emotions.
But the sight also quickly roused their desires, and both showed by the state of their members that they were as yet by no means satisfied.
Bella having by this time arrived close to the Superior, the latter caught her in his arms, and Ambrose, taking advantage of this timely check, commenced to push his member about in her bowels, while the intense heat of her body afforded him the liveliest pleasure.
By the position in which the three were now placed, the Superior found his mouth on a level with Bella’s natural charms, and instantly gluing his lips thereto, he sucked her moistened slit.
But the excitement thus occasioned required more solid enjoyment, and drawing the pretty girl across his knees as he sat upon his seat, he let loose his bursting member and quickly drove it into her soft belly.
Thus Bella was between two fires, and the fierce thrusts of Father Ambrose upon her plump buttocks were now supplemented by the fervid efforts of the Superior in the other direction.
Both revelled in a sea of sensual delights, both bathed themselves to the full in the delicious sensations they experienced, while their victim, perforated before and behind by their swelling members, had to sustain as she could their excited movements.
But a further trial awaited the young Bella, for no sooner did the vigorous Clement witness the close conjunction of his companions, than, inflamed with envy, and stung by the violence of his passions, he mounted the seat behind the superior, and taking possession of poor Bella’s head, presented his flaming weapon against her rosy lips, then forcing the tip, with the narrow aperture already exuding anticipatory drops, into her pretty mouth, he made her rub the long, hard shaft in her hand.
Meanwhile Ambrose found the insertion of the Superior’s member in front quickly bring on his proceedings, while the latter, equally excited by the back action of his comrade, speedily began to feel the approaches of the spasms preceding and accompanying the final act of emission.
Clement was the first to let fly, and he sent his glutinous discharge in showers down the throat of the little Bella.
Ambrose followed, and falling on her back shot a torrent of spunk up her bowels, while the Superior at the same moment loaded her womb with his contributions.
Thus surrounded, Bella received the united discharge of the three vigorous priests.
Chapter V
Three days after the events detailed in the proceeding pages, Bella made her appearance in her uncle’s drawing-room, as rosy and as charming as ever.
My movements in the meantime had been erratic, for my appetite was by no means small, and new features always possessed a certain piquancy for me which prevented too protracted a residence in one locality.
It was thus I found means to overhear a conversation which not a little astonished me; but which, as it bears directly upon the events I am describing, I do not hesitate to disclose.
It was thus I became acquainted with the teal depth and subtlety of the character of Father Ambrose.
I am not going to reproduce this discourse here as I heard it from my vantage-ground; it will be sufficient, if I explain the principal ideas if conveyed and relate the application.
It was clear that Ambrose was annoyed and discomfited at the abrupt participation of his confrères in the enjoyment of his latest acquisition, and he concocted a daring and devilish scheme to frustrate their interference, while at the same time appearing himself to be entirely innocent of the business.
In short, with this view, Ambrose went direct to Bella’s uncle, and related how he had discovered his niece and her young lover in Cupid’s alliance, and how there was no doubt she had received and reciprocated the last tokens of his passion.
In so doing the wily priest had an ulterior object in view. He well knew the character of the man with whom he had to deal. He knew also that sufficient of his own real life was not entirely hidden from the uncle.
In fact, the pair pretty well understood one another.
Ambrose had strong passions, and was amatory to an extraordinary extent. So was Bella’s uncle.
The latter had confessed as much to Ambrose, and in the course of this confession, had given evidence of such irregular desires as to raise no difficulties in making him a ready participator i
n the plans which the other had originated.
Mr. Verbouc’s eyes had long been cast in secret upon his niece. He had confessed it. Ambrose brought him suddenly a piece of news which opened his eyes to the fact that she had begun to entertain sentiments of the same sort for others of his sex.
The character of Ambrose occurred immediately to him.
He was his spiritual confessor, he asked his advice.
The holy man gave him to understand that his chance had come, and that it would be to their mutual advantage to share the prize between them.
This proposition touched a chord in the character of Verbouc of which Ambrose was already not entirely ignorant. If any fact lent greater enjoyment to his sensuality, or gave more poignancy to his indulgences, it was to witness another in the act of complete carnal copulation, and then afterwards to complete his own gratification by a second penetration and emission upon the body of the same patient.
Thus the compact was soon made; an opportunity was found; the necessary privacy secured, for Bella’s aunt was an invalid and confined to her room; and then Ambrose prepared Bella for the event about to take place.
After a short preliminary discourse, in which he cautioned her not to say a word of their previous intimacy, and informed her that her relative had somehow discovered her intrigue, he led her round gradually to the fact which he had all along had in view. He even told her of the passion her uncle had conceived for her, and declared, in plain terms, that the surest way to avoid his heavy resentment was to prove obedient to all he might require of her.
Mr. Verbouc was a man of hale and vigorous build, and of about fifty years of age. As her uncle he had always inspired Bella with the greatest respect, in which was mingled not a little awe of his presence and authority. He had treated her since the death of his brother, if not with affection, at least not unkindly, though with a reserve which was natural to his character.
Bella had evidently no reason to hope for any clemency on this occasion, or to expect any escape from her indignant relative.
I pass over the first quarter of an hour, the tears of Bella, and the embarrassment with which she found herself at once the recipient of her uncle’s too tender embraces and of his well-deserved caress.
The interesting comedy proceeded little by little, until Mr. Verbouc, taking his pretty niece between his knees, audaciously unfolded the design he had formed of enjoying her himself.
“There must be no silly resistance, Bella,” continued her uncle; “I will have no hesitation, no affectation of modesty. It is sufficient that this good Father has sanctified the operation, and I must therefore possess and enjoy your body as your imprudent young companion has already done with your consent.”
Bella was utterly confounded. Although sensual, as we have already seen, to an extent not often found in girls of such tender age, she had been brought up in those strict and conventional views which assorted with the severe and repelling character of her relative. All her horror of such a crime at once rose before her. Not even the presence and alleged sanction of Father Ambrose could lessen the distrust with which she viewed the horrible proposal now deliberately made to her.
Bella trembled with surprise and terror at the nature of the crime contemplated. This new position shocked her.
The change from the reserved and severe uncle, whose wrath she had always deprecated and feared, and whose precepts she had long accustomed herself to receive with reverence, to the ardent admirer, thirsting for possession of those favours which she had so recently bestowed upon another, struck her dumb with amazement and disgust.
Meanwhile Mr. Verbouc, who was evidently not dis-posed to allow time for reflection, and whose disorder was plainly visible in more ways than one, took his young niece in his arms, and despite her reluctance, covered her face and neck with forbidden and passionate kisses.
Ambrose, to whom the girl turned in this exigency afforded her no solace, but on the contrary smiling grimly at the other’s emotion, encouraged him by secret glances to carry to the last extremity his pleasures and his lubricity.
Resistance, under such trying circumstances, was difficult.
Bella was young and comparatively powerless in the strong grip of her relative. Lashed to frenzy by the contact and obscene touches in which he now indulged himself, Mr. Verbouc sought with redoubled energy to possess himself of the person of his niece. Already his nervous fingers pressed the beautiful satin of her thighs. Another determined push, and in spite of the close pressure which Bella continued to exert in her defence, the lewd hand severed the rosy lips, and the trembling fingers divided the close and moistened chink of modesty’s stronghold.
Up to this point Ambrose had remained a quiet observer of this exciting conflict; now, however, he also advanced, and passing his powerful left arm round the young girl’s slender waist, seized both her small hands in his right, and having thus pinned her, left her an easy prey to the lascivious approaches of her relative.
“For mercy’s sake,” moaned Bella, panting with her exertions, “Let me go; it is too horrible—it is monstrous—cruel that you are! I am lost!”
“Nay, my pretty niece, not lost, “replied her uncle, “only awakened to those pleasures which Venus has in store for her votaries, and which love reserves for those who are bold enough to seize upon them and enjoy them, while they may.”
“I have been horribly deceived!” cried Bella, little softened by this ingenious explanation. “I see it all. Oh! shame. I cannot let you, I cannot let you, I cannot. Oh, no! I cannot. Holy Mother! Let me go, Uncle. Oh! oh!”
“Be quiet, Bella; you must indeed submit; I will enjoy you by force, if you do not allow me to do so otherwise. There, open these pretty legs, let me feel these exquisite calves these soft luscious thighs; let me put my hand upon this heaving little belly—nay, hold still, little fool. You are mine at last. Oh, how I have longed for this, Bella!”
Bella, however, still kept up a certain resistance, which only served to whet the unnatural appetite of her assailant, while Ambrose held her firmly in his clutches.
“Oh, the beautiful bottom!” exclaimed Verbouc, as he slipped his intruding hand beneath the velvet thighs of poor Bella, and felt the rounded globes of her charming derrière. “Ah! the glorious bottom. All is mine now. All shall be fêted in good time.”
“Let me go,” cried Bella. “Oh! oh!”
These last exclamations were wrung from the pretty girl, as between the two men they forced her backwards upon the couch which stood conveniently within reach.
As she fell, she reclined upon the stout body of Ambrose, while Mr. Verbouc, who had now raised her clothes, and lewdly exposed the silk-clad legs and exquisite proportions of his niece, drew back for a moment to enjoy at his ease the indecent exhibition which he had forcibly provided for his own amusement.
“Uncle, are you mad?” cried Bella, once more, as with wriggling limbs, she vainly strove to conceal the luscious nudity now fully exposed. “Pray, let me go.”
“Yes, Bella, I am mad—mad with passion for you—mad with lust to possess you, to enjoy you, to satiate myself upon your body. Resistance is useless; I will have my will and revel in those pretty charms, in that tight and exquisite little sheath.”
Thus saying, Mr. Verbouc prepared himself for the final act of the incestuous drama. He unfastened his nether garments, and discarding all considerations of modesty, wantonly allowed his niece to behold in full view the plump and rubicund proportions of his excited member, which, erect into glowing, now menaced her directly in front.
A moment later and Verbouc threw himself upon his prey, firmly held down by the recumbent priest; then applying his rampant weapon point blank to the tender orifice he essayed to complete the conjunction by inserting its large and long proportions in the body of his niece.
But the continued writhing of Bella’s young form, the disgust and horror which had seized u
pon her, and the almost immature dimensions of her parts, effectually prevented him from gaining so easy a victory as he desired.
Never had I longed so ardently to contribute to the discomfiture of a champion as on the present occasion, and moved by the complaints of the gentle Bella, with the body of a flea and the soul of a wasp, I hopped at one bound to the rescue.
To dig my proboscis into the sensitive covering of the scrotum of Mr. Verbouc was the work of a second. It had the desired effect. A sharp and tingling sensation of pain made him pause. The interval was fatal, and the next moment the thighs and stomach of the young Bella were covered with the wasted superfluity of her incestuous relative’s vigour.
Curses—not loud, but deep—followed this unexpected contretemps. The would-be ravisher withdraw from his vantage-ground, and unable to continue the conflict, reluctantly put up the discomfited weapon.
No sooner had Mr. Verbouc released his niece from this trying position than Father Ambrose commenced to manifest the violence of his own excitement, produced from his passive observance of the foregoing erotic scene. While still retaining his powerful grasp on Bella, and thus gratifying his sense of touch, the appearance of his dress in front plainly denoted the state of affairs as regarded his readiness to take advantage of the occasion. His redoubtable weapon, seemingly disdaining the confinement of his garments, protruded itself into view, the big round head already skinned and throbbing with eagerness for enjoyment.
“Ah!” exclaimed the other, as his lewd glance fell upon the distended weapon of his confessor, “here is a champion, who will brook no defeat, I warrant,” and deliberately taking it in his hand, he manipulated the huge shaft with evident satisfaction.
“What a monster! How strong it is—how stiff it stands!”
Father Ambrose rose, his crimson face betrayed the intensity of his desire; placing the frightened Bella in a more propitious attitude, he brought the broad red knob to the moistened aperture, and proceeded to force it inwards with a desperate effort.
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