All was quiet as the Nun re-entered her chamber. Not a sound, just eerie silence.

On the floor lay a hooded figure, dressed in a leather peasants’ jacket and nothing else. His hands and feet were bound to a simple wooden cross.

The Nun stood astride his head facing his feet and looked down at the figure beneath her. Had he been able to see he would have been looking directly up her skirt. As it was, he had no idea who, or what was standing over him, he just felt a presence.

Binding him had been simple and those responsible for it were long gone, leaving him at the mercy of the Nun. But she had NO mercy!

The first thing the figure felt was the fabric of the Nun’s dress as she squatted on his face and took up her position. He felt a sudden p*in as she slapped his chest with a small paddle. Before the shock of it had subsided, he felt a change in her position. She pulled up her dress and sat full square on his face. Her panties were warm, and her scents were strong. He tensed at the shock of it all! He began to struggle.

She wriggled her *ss hard down onto him and painfully squashed the back of his head against the wooden cross. As he struggled, she slapped him again with the paddle. She pulled her *ss cheeks apart and allowed him a quick breath before pushing him deeper in. His nose was squashed that hard that he felt it pushing her panties into her *sshole.

Her sitting began to become harder and more intense. As he tried to move his head aside, she followed with her p*ssy and *ss. He was beginning to weaken, his breathing becoming more and more laboured and desperate.

She pulled again at her panted *ss cheeks, pushing him deeper in and then pushing them down hard on his face with her hands, sm*thering him under her. As he turned his head to breathe, so she pulled him back into position and sat hard, cutting off his air – And then suddenly there was relief! Her weight lifted from him. But his relief was to be short lived!

The shock when she sat again was instant. His nose was swallowed up inside wide-spread *sshole and his mouth gagged on her wet p*ssy. She was Queening him! She rode his upturned face with her naked *ss and p*ssy, squashing his face under her and smearing him with her free-flowing juices. Where he moved, she moved, quickly covering his every desperate move to gasp in air.

In his desperation he ripped one of his feet away from the cross, but it made no difference. L*ttle by l*ttle she rode his face until she had taken the last remaining breath from him. The Step-Sister of NO mercy!

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