Nearly There

AN: Hi, again. Took me a while to update. This chapter turns a little kinky and to be fair I will warn you there is rape and incest. If these too thing seriously bothers you well you might want to skip this chapter and wait for the next. But really there\'re quite mild. Well here goes let me know what you think. Commits, tips or suggestions I like them all.
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The following day I received word that Father Bolton wanted to see me in his office. This would be a first for me. So I decided to take the long route to buy more time to think. The only thing I could think of that would potentially cause me problems would be my presence in the boy’s living area yesterday. Why the father would decide to make a example out of me I didn’t know.
Walking up to the big solid oak doors a thought occurred to me. If I were to scream or yell for help no one would hear me. The father was known for enjoying his privacy. His personal office was located in the farthest reaches of the school. I’d always wondered what he did in here, but never was curious enough to warrant a trip to this office. Until today.

The double doors were partially open. Suddenly I had a strong urge not to go in the room. Call it a hunch, but I might not like what would happen if I went through the doors. So what’s a girl to do? I went through the doors. I was greeted with a mild shock. The room was surprisingly welcoming or at least I liked the décor. The walls were a deep wine red with black accents along the floor and ceiling. The carpet was black as well as the drapes on the one large window and relatively modest desk in the middle of the room. On the wall opposite the window I caught a glint of something metallic, but couldn’t quite make it out. The room was quite spacious much larger than your standard office. The two pieces that seemed out of place was a silver couch under the window and a painting behind the desk. A painting of a black rose on a white background. If anything the rose looked more symbolic than realistic.

Father Bolton I noticed last. Looking very immaculate behind his desk. I’ve always held a high opinion of Father Bolton. His words may be harsh at times, but I felt that he was fair and just. In his mid-40’s he looked about ten years younger. Maybe it was the lack of facial hair? Had he not been old enough to be my father with his jet black hair and sapphire eyes I’d take him.

“Please Miss Wright have a seat.” The smile on his face was not entirely pleasant. I took the chair that was furthest from his desk on the right. “It seems that we’ve had a bit of a complaint about you yesterday.” he continued. Father Bolton had an excellent voice. One that rolled and flowed through your mind. If you asked me a bit too sensual for a clergymen. Since I wasn’t sure what he was referring to I said nothing. “The complaint came from Officer Fred Roy. He reported that your were being very uncooperative to the police investigation. As you know St. Allerius does not condone such behavior.” He said. So that fat bastard Roy ratted me out. The next time I see him I’d make sure he’d bust a blood vessel.

“But father…!” I began. But the father cut me off.

“No excuses. Seeing as how you have been very naughty I believe a punishment is in order. Isn’t that right Clair?”

“Yes, I agree a punishment would be in order,” the low sultry voice was followed by the heavy click of the doors. I knew that voice anywhere. Sister Clair, head nun of St. Allerius. That fact that she managed to walk into the room and lock the door without me noticing disturbed me.

“So Lillian what do you think we should do about you miss behavior?” The father asked. A positively wicked smile began to spread across his face. He nodded his head in the direction of Clair and then I felt a metal collar snap close around my neck. My first instincts were to fight and struggle, but within seconds I realized that would be futile. It was a chock collar with metal prongs. “Now that Clair has you restrained you are to do everything that your new mistress commands.” said father Bolton. New mistress? As if reading my mind Clair walked around to father Bolton firmly hanging on to a metal leash.

She was dressed in the habit that are required of the nuns at St. Allerius, but that didn’t stay on for long. Lifting her arms to Father Bolton he pulled the outfit from over her head. Underneath those many layers of clothes, the bitch Clair was hiding her kinkier side. As long as I had known her I hadn’t realized that she was young. Way younger than any of the students had thought. No more than twenty-eight. And… she was gorgeous. I guess you can’t tell those things when a person covers their body completely. Pulling the pins from her hair she let the black hair fall to her waist. Hair so black that it had blue highlights. Her ivory skin and black hair created a sharp contrast, which made her violet eyes stand out all the more. Under her habit Clair had been hiding her dominatrix outfit. Black leather corset, with more straps and chains than I could count. The straps purposes were to hold what instruments of ‘pleasure’ the wielder might want to use. The chains I wasn’t sure about.

Sitting on Bolton’s lap for support, Clair began to put on a pair of thigh high boots that attached to a pair of garters connected to the rest of the outfit. The purpose for those chains became clear. When her hands needed to be free all she need to do was latch the end of the leash to one of the chains. With her boots now on her outfit was complete. Moving off Bolton she came to stand behind me once again. She ran a cool hand along my neck just under the collar. Her touch sent involuntary shivers through me which I tried to hide.

“Pretty little Lillian,” she cooed , “what are we to do with you?” I said nothing. “No answer huh. Well then I guess I’ll just have to teach you some manners.” If ever I though that she was a bitch before, I knew it now. Grabbing a hand full of my hair she yanked my head back. Before I could gasp at the sudden pain her lips locked onto mine. A lusty ferocious kiss. The angle of my neck and the choke collar made it difficult to push her off of me. Clair forced her tongue into mouth. I felt totally violated, so I bit down. The reaction Clair gave was not one I expected. Releasing my lips I looked into her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Shaking I thought she was about to go berserk. Opening her eyes I saw something that scared the shit out of me. The dark shadow of lust. She enjoyed the pain. The girl was actually relishing the pain I had caused her and was turned on the more by it.

“Ohhoho…the little vixen’s feisty. She wants to play the pain game,” she said. The pain game? I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Go on Clair show her how it’s done,” said Bolton. The look in those intense eyes clearly showed that he was enjoying the show. Pulling on the leash she forced me to my feet. The pressure of the metal prongs around my neck encouraged me to keep up as Clair strutted her way in the direction I had earlier seen the glint of metal. The glint was from a pair of hanging manacles.

“Hands up,” she commanded. Apparently I was taking too long to comply. To show her impatience Clair gave the leash a tug causing the collar to tighten. Straining not to breath to hard lest the prongs dig in deeper I held my arms straight up. With a manacle on each wrist I knew my chances of escape were gone. Clair then turned to Bolton and gave him some signal that I couldn’t see. Bolton flipped open a paper weight in the shape of cross and pushed the button underneath. The chains the manacles were attached to began to rise pulling me up with them. When they stopped my feet were just barely touching the ground. Now completely helpless in the air I struggled to keep from moving.

Clair turned her attention back to me as she began to circle around me like a prowling shark. Still hanging on to the leash her movements caused me to turn in the air. After maybe the tenth revolution Clair took the rest of the leash and passed it between my legs and up over the middle of my restrained hands. The five inch boots helped her to accomplish this. She gave the leash a good pull down causing the rest of it to rise into my nether region. If not for my clothing the metal leash would have been completely unbearable. I stained and stretched my toes to reach the floor trying to alleviate the pressure pushing on my crotch. However the chain was also having other affects on my body. As uncomfortable as the chain was it was oddly pleasurable. I could feel my body began to awaken. To insure that the leash wouldn’t come out place Clair attached the end to a thick black leather belt I hadn’t noticed her put on me.

“What a fetching sight you make,” she said taken a step back to admire her work, “But it would be even better if you didn’t have those stuffy clothes on.”

“As soon as I get out of this I’ll report you both to the police,” I was straining to talk. The presence of both collar and the leash made it difficult to breath and talk and the same time. “And Bolton, how could you?” I asked not turning my rage filled gaze from Clair. I tried to burn a hole in her head with the glare. “I knew this bitch was crazy, but I didn’t think you‘d stoop so low.” The effort it took for me to talk left me light headed so I stopped.

I heard the rich laughter of both Clair and Bolton. “Lillian you are charming. After your behavior with the police do you really believe that they would listen to anything you say?” With the same look of mirth he also added, “Oh, and It’s not nice to talk about peoples family.” Family? The clueless look on my face was incentive enough for Clair to elaborate.

“Why didn’t you know? Jeffrey and I are siblings. And if you thought I was a bitch before then you just wait and see,” she said in a voice that promised sex and deadlier things. The news caught me off guard. I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree. It was really quite obvious. The more than passing resemblance the same seductive voices, I’m usually more observant but this one just flew completely under my radar. I had so many questions at this point, but there was only one I asked Clair.

“How old are you?” My question bought a fresh new batch of laughs especially from Clair.

“My of all the questions you must be dying to ask you decide you want to know how old I am. I guess that’s a pretty good question. But you know a lady never tells her real age, though for you I can make an exception.” Leaning in close she whispered, “39.” Then she stuck her tongue into my ear. I whipped my head around only to cause myself more pain, but it served the purpose Clair backed away from me still chuckling.

“Okay so let the game begin.” she said. Jeffrey went to the painting behind his desk. If I hadn’t mentioned before the painting stuck out like a sore thumb, so of course it had to be hiding something. And what a something they were. Whips of all types were hanging in the cubby space behind the picture. Jeffrey pulled out a fairly standard single braided whip. He tossed it to Clair who neatly caught it in her carefully manicured hands. The terror washed over me in waves. She couldn’t seriously be considering hitting me with a whip.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry for whatever I did. I promise, pinky promise you that I’ll do right. I’ll be good. Just please don’t…” before I could finish my begging I could hear the whip coming down. And I screamed. The whip easily sliced through my clothing and barely nicked my skin. But pain is pain no matter how small. Again I heard the whip crack more so than seen it. With each flick of Clair’s wrist I felt the lick of the whip. My poor clothes were ripped to shreds. First my shirt then my skirt. I was crying the whole time. Not so much from the pain, but from the fact that I was enjoying it. What started out just as pain was slowly turning into pleasure. It was like an exotic spice that was different if a bit spicy but still good all the same.

“Hum… what do we have here. Jeffi-poo, I thought it was the policy here that all girls were to only where white under garments. Everything I see here is black.” she said giving me a break from her assault.

“Yes, so you have violated dress code policy as well. Maybe… you aren’t a virgin either,” said Jeffrey from his desk. I could clearly see that he had a hard on. Too caught up relishing in the sweet pain I couldn’t think to defend myself. I barely comprehended what he said. Clair brought me back to the world with her next surprise. Demonstrating all her skill with the whip she ripped the bra off without touching skin.

“Now this is really interesting. Jeffi-poo doesn’t it look to you that our little Lillian is turned on by the violence.” she said. Her commit struck a sensitive area.

“Are you crazy? Off course not. I may be a lusty creature, but I not insane.” I said. She stepped behind me so I couldn’t see what she was doing. Her hand shot between my legs and she started caressing my now soaked pussy.

“As the saying goes your mouth’s saying one thing, but you body saying another,” I could hear a smile in her voice. Once again I started struggling to no avail. There was just too much going on down there. My moving and thrashing only caused my stimulation from the leash that was still pressuring me and Clair’s rubbing fingers to increase. My thrashing turned from attempts of escapes to attempts at increasing the sensation. Damn my body, it was acting on its own. My pleasure was steadily building till at last it spilled over. I let out a scream as I spasmed with wave after wave of the orgasm.

“Whew that was intense.” Clair said as she stepped back from my now motionless body. She didn’t bother wiping my juices from her hand. Instead she strutted over to her brother and wiped them on his lips. There was a lot and Jeffrey licked up every bit. Before the juices could completely dissolve away in his mouth Clair leaned in for a deep kiss. She tasted the juice that was still on her brothers kiss. To tired to turn away or even feel disgust for what was going on before me I watched the two battled it out with there tongues for dominance. The fight ended with Jeffrey pulling back first for air first. The look in both their eyes showed way more than simple brotherly or sisterly love.

To my horror Clair wasn’t done with me yet. Seeing my near panic she said, “Of course dear we aren’t done with you. You thought we’d let you off that easily?” Reaching down into her ample cleavage she pulled out two small clamps. Knowing little of the bondage scene I couldn’t fathom what they were for. They were gold in color with a small chain connecting the too. My ignorance didn’t last long. Still too tired to fight Clair seized both of my breast unprovoked and applied a clip to each one. A little nipple pinching is all fine and dandy, but having clamps hanging from them quickly starts to hurt. The chain running between them was no picnic either. It weighed entirely too much for its size. My nipples were beginning to swell. Becoming hyper sensitive.

Motioning once again to Jeffrey he tossed her a different instrument. This was shaped much like a cat o’ nine, but much more delicate. With slender leather thongs. This weapon cause me more puzzlement. How is something so small and delicate suppose to cause pain and suffering? Clair flicked her wrist and the little thongs went flying. The initial impact was barely felt, but it was the after effect that answered my question. Where the little thongs were laid against bare flesh the skin tingled and itched. It wasn’t unpleasant. She flicked her wrist again and again. Each strike much liked the last. Across my stomach, back and ass (the effects here were a bit diluted due to my still present panties) with each new flick my body started to hum again with building excitement. How horny can a girl be? But instead of helping fuel the desire the tiny thongs made it worse. Clair paid special attention to my swollen and hypersensitive nipples the sensation from the thongs here were magnified. They were irritating in that the thongs seemed to promise more, but would never quite deliver. Promise what you ask? I really was not sure myself only that after the 50th strike I would have preferred the regular whip. These tiny thongs were just a tease.

“Please no more,” I begged.

“Huh what was that?” asked Clair between strikes.

“Clair I due believe the girl said that she wanted you to stop,” said Jeff who was casually walking toward us.

“You little slut. How dare you make demands of me.” She yanked the chain between my tender breast and shoved me counter-clock wise the opposite direction she had walked around me when she first started. I had forgotten the manacle chains and the leash were all twisted at the top. Around and around I spinned. The weight of my body causing me to speed up. Unable to support my weight the metal leash in my groin ground painfully deeper and my arms felt as though they would tear at the socket. When I was sure that I would pass out I felt a strong pair of hands reached out and stop my rotating. It was Jeffrey of course.

Clair gently pushed him out the way while at the same time shooting him a dirty look. Apparently I was still her toy. Clair pushed her body roughly against mine. Her lips found mine again, but this time I was too tired and disoriented to fight back. Sometime during my spinning Clair had cut out and area for her breast. She was now rubbing her breast against me poor abused ones. If the metal from the clamps were cold she didn’t acknowledge it. Though I’m not a lesbian my body started to warm to hers. I was kissing back and my nipples though clamped and sore were erect.

I suddenly felt a chill and realized that someone had removed my underwear. Since Clair’s hands were plastered to my back the only other person it could be was Jeffrey. Barely breaking the kiss I managed a weak “No.”

“Why Miss Lillian this all part of the punishment.” he said while moving his hands steadily downward. Using one of his wandering fingers he deciding to do a little probing. What he found froze him.

“Clair stop.” he ordered. She was just starting get a little humping action and so was reluctant to quite, but she did.

“What’s up?” She asked. More than a bit pissed that her brother had stopped her.

“The girl’s a virgin.” He said with a thoughtful look on his face.

“A what?! Of all the people…” said Clair. And then she looked at me with the same calculating thoughtful look of her brother. It seems as though my being a virgin complicated things.

“Let her go before I loose control,” said Jeffrey calmly. I couldn’t believe it. Just like that they were releasing me. If I’d known that being a virgin was the password then I would have told them from the start. Clair was obviously not happy about this. With deliberate slowness and more touching than necessary she went about releasing me. Just before she released my arms to my surprise and to Jeffrey’s as well. Clair bit me hard over the nipple. Hard enough to bleed. It would surely leave a mark. Readying to scream Clair kissed me one more time stealing the scream from my lips and whispered low enough so Jeffrey couldn’t hear, “know this…that was payback, and you are mine. You are my creature. Watch yourself cause we will continue this later. You just best be ready.”

“Clair!” One word from Jeffrey who hadn’t heard what she said and Clair finished releasing my arms. I looked back at Jeffrey and could see that Clair’s final stunt was almost too much for him. Now unsupported my legs didn’t want to function on there own. I didn’t care what my legs did or didn’t want to do. I just knew that I was getting the hell out of that office. I crawled to the door as fast as I could, but upon reaching it I realized that I was completely nude. There was just no way that I could go from this office to my room without being seen. The problem also was that Clair had shredded my clothing. Looking back to the direction of the desk I saw Clair’s habit.

“Mmm…Oh Jeffi-poo!

Reason told me not to look, but curiosity was the victor. Clair on all four was hammered into by her brother. I watched mesmerized as the muscles in his thighs flexed under his exertion. One hand clasped her waist and the other on her shoulder shifting himself to pound even harder and faster. The force of his ministration bowed Clair’s back.

There was no way a man could last long at such a pace. I was right. After a few moments Jeffrey came within Clair and added a few more thrusts before he clasped. Clair wasn’t quite satisfied though. She flipped Jeffrey over whose monster of a phallus was already beginning to refill. Clair gently took his member in her hand and began stroking. She brought her lips down to it and cleaned off the juices. His and hers. Whatever else she did was left to my imagination as the view was blocked by that sweeping black blue tinged hair of hers.

When she moved her head away he was fully erect. And quite an impressive sight he was. She straddled his hips and then rode him to within an inch of his life. Her generous breast bounced in every direction with each movement. Up down up down she rode hard and fast. I knew he just had to be hitting her cervix at the depths they must be gaining. Jeffrey not willing to let his sister do all the work rotated his hips until they found the rhythm. I was more than a bit envious. On the verge of joining in, but just barely.

Apparently just noticing that I had yet to leave the room Clair’s gaze turned to me. Her eyes spoke volumes. Pain, lust, hatred, desire and… something else. Before I could discern that something she winked at me. Of all the things I’d seen in the last ten minutes or so the wink disturbed me the most. Bringing me back to reality. Forgetting the show I raced toward the desk and grabbed the habit. Clair was scant taller than I was so the clothing fit good enough.

Safely out the office. My adrenaline was pumping into over drive. Heart pounding in my ears I raced through the hall dressed in the nun get up. Every time I heard foot steps I dived though a door or around a corner. Hiding in the room due to the latest approaching person I didn’t realize that the room I had chosen to hide in was the teachers lounge.

“Ahem…may I ask why you are hovering about the door?” The voice was that of sister Margaret Hendrix, Clair’s second in command. With no way to quickly leave without looking to suspicious I confronted her.

“Oh yes, I’m sorry, silly me. I’m new here. My names Michelle…” I was drawing a blank looking at the bottle of water I nearly shout, “Dannon! Michelle Dannon. I was taking a tour of the facilities and kind of got lost.” Her dark face showed that she wasn’t buying the story at all.

“Funny, I don’t remember Sister Clair telling me that we were hiring.” She said with more than a bit of contempt. Sister Margaret was not a big fan of Clair’s. Maybe it was the fact that she was forced to take orders from someone 30 years her junior. Sister Margaret had been at the school long before Jeffrey and Clair came to town. The fact that she wasn’t head nun pissed her off, but she never out rightly complained.
“She didn’t? Maybe it’s because I just started today.” I said more than ready to leave from the punishing scrutiny of the woman. If not from the fact that she only met me once when I was a child she would have easily seen through the disguise. “You know, I’m really quite hungry, if you’d be so kind as to point me to the direction of the cafeteria I would truly be grateful.” I was doing my best to seem older and innocent at the same time. I just wanted her to hurry up and demise me.

“Sure thing,” and the smaller the woman got up to walk to where I was. Pushing the door open she pointed me in the direction of the cafeteria and gave me the direction. I thanked her graciously, but just before I left she glanced down. I followed her gaze and realized that I was bare footed. She shot those owlish dark eyes up to my face. I gave her my best shit-eating grin and took off down the hall. I expected her to yell after me, but oddly enough she only returned back into the teachers lounge. I praised God the whole way to my room. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. Maybe the reason she didn’t pursue me was because she did remember me all those years ago and just planned on telling Jeffrey that I had stolen a nun’s habit.

The thought brought back the memory of the conversation I just had with Jeffrey. Was that really only an hour ago? What Jeffrey (once father Bolton) said back in his office was essentially true. The cops around here were petty creatures. Because I acted the ass to them they would to me. ‘Do on to others.’ Also he was technically clear as far as rape charges go. Not once did he stick his dick into me. Though I kind of wish he had. God I’m a pervert. His sister though, I could bust her ass for sexual harassment, rape, torture, and a number of other things. The only problem with that plan was that with the new situation of her being his sister she gains what sort of amounts to diplomatic immunity from her brother, who just also happens to be one of the most influential people in town. Hague being the small town that it is only really has one large church were everyone congregates and who do you think presides over the whole congregation? Why father Bolton your good ole small town pastor who just so happens to have enough power to rival the mayor (but nooo… Bolton would never admit that).

I walked into my room and was treated with the unexpected surprise of Miranda. I know she fretted over the nun outfit and the disheveled appearance of myself. But for the most part I just tuned her out. Maybe saying a few words to alleviate some of her worries. I went straight into the restroom. Locked the doors and drew me a hot bath. So hot that every time I moved in the water I was burned anew as my body tried to adjust. There I stayed for the better part of an hour till the water was too cool and my skin wrinkled worse than half the instructors here.

Out of the tub and dry I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had welts all across my chest back and thighs. But over all the skin was unbroken and would heal, except for the bite. It would probably leave a scare. Damn, that Clair. I looked at my face a bit longer and was dismayed at how dismal I looked. My eyes were a bit dilated, a possible sign of shock, so I gave them a rub to help release some of the pressure that was building behind them. Opening them back up I saw the face of Clair and that same violet eye wink at me again. Everything came rushing back the whips, the chains, her message. The message worst of all. I shut off the lights and left the bathrooms.

Once again Miranda greeted me with all that worry painted on her face. She even looked like she was on the verge of crying. Like I said emotional, she wasn’t even the one in pain. I really don’t remember much of what I said to her but the gist of it was that I just wanted to be left alone for a while. Respecting my wishes she left me in peace. Laying in the bed my mind returned back to Clair.

She had seen it. She had known or at least guessed. That I had enjoyed the whippings. I enjoyed the pain. Even now laying on the bed I laid on my back just to feel the sweet sensation of the stinging welts there. I just seem to be getting worse and worse. I would have to watch myself, because I had no don’t that given the opportunity Clair would make sure I returned to her tender care. And sadly I would probably enjoy it.