Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Over the following weeks, Luna became the collective's permanent muse.Three sessions per week with the artists, plus private commissions for wealthy collectors.A tech billionaire paid fifty thousand dollars for a private session where Luna was bound to a Saint Andrew's cross while all six artists used her simultaneously...one fucking her pussy, one fucking her ass, one down her throat, two sucking her breasts with that devastating intensity, and one painting the entire scene.An art dealer paid seventy-five thousand for a weekend where Luna lived as a human sculpture in her mansion...naked and positioned on a pedestal in the main gallery, while party guests could touch and examine her. By the end of the weekend, Luna had been fucked by twenty different people while maintaining her "sculpture" pose.A famous actor paid one hundred thousand for a private film shoot where the six artists fucked Luna in every position imaginable while Robert's cameras captured everything for the actor's

Veronica stood on shaking legs and began removing her habit with trembling fingers. First the veil, revealing her long dark hair pulled back in a simple braid. Then the scapular, the tunic, until she stood in just her plain undergarments and the tight cloth binding around her chest."The binding too," Father Henry said, his eyes dark with hunger.Veronica unwrapped the binding, and immediately felt relief as her breasts were freed. They were enormous....heavy, full, straining. 36E at least, with large dark areolas and nipples that were already hard and leaking.As soon as the air hit them, thin streams of white milk began dripping from both nipples, running down the swell of her breasts."Dear God," Father Henry breathed, staring. "Veronica, you're... you're extraordinary.""I'm sorry, Father," Veronica whispered, ashamed but also incredibly aroused by his reaction. "They leak when I'm uncovered. I can't control it."Father Henry moved closer, his eyes never leaving her breasts. "Don'

Twenty-four hours after accepting Father Henry's proposal, Sister Veronica stood in his office again, her heart pounding.But this time, she wasn't alone with him.Four other priests sat in chairs arranged in a semicircle, all of them staring at her with varying degrees of curiosity, hunger, and skepticism.Father Henry stood beside her, his hand on the small of her back, possessive and reassuring."Gentlemen," he began, "thank you for coming on such short notice. I've called you here because I believe God has blessed us with a gift. Sister Veronica has a unique condition, one that could serve our collective needs while fulfilling her own purpose.""Henry, what is this about?" asked the oldest priest...gray hair, stern face, late fifties. "You said it was urgent parish business.""It is, Marcus. Very urgent. Sister Veronica, please show them."Veronica's hands trembled as she reached for her habit. She'd come wearing nothing underneath as instructed, and now, in front of five men, she

It was Saturday evening, and Father Henry had summoned Sister Veronica to his office with a simple text: Tomorrow. Sunday mass. 10 AM. Come to the sacristy at 9:30. Wear nothing under your habit. We're going to do something very risky.Now, sitting across from him, Veronica listened as he explained his plan, her pussy getting wetter with every word."Tomorrow's mass will have about a hundred parishioners," Father Henry said, his eyes dark with hunger. "All of them sitting in the pews, focused on me as I deliver the sermon. None of them knowing that beneath the altar, hidden by the altar cloth, you'll be on your knees. Servicing me."Veronica's breath caught. "During the actual mass? Father, that's....""Incredibly risky? Yes. Blasphemous? Absolutely. Arousing? Judging by how wet you just got, I'd say very." Father Henry leaned forward. "Veronica, we claimed you in the chapel at midnight when it was empty. But I want to claim you in front of a congregation. Want them to have no idea th

"Let us pray," Father Henry announced, and the entire congregation knelt.The sound of a hundred people kneeling echoed through the church, pews creaking, knees hitting kneelers, bodies settling into prayer positions.And Father Henry and Father Marcus also knelt.But they didn't kneel in front of the altar like they were supposed to.They knelt behind it.The altar cloth concealed them from the congregation's view, all the people could see was that the priests had knelt for the prayer as expected. They couldn't see that both priests had knelt in a position that gave them access to Veronica beneath the altar.Father Henry lifted the altar cloth on one side, Father Marcus on the other, and they both reached for Veronica.Each priest took one of her breasts.Father Henry latched onto her left breast, Father Marcus onto her right, and they began to suckle while the entire congregation prayed just feet away.Veronica had to bite down on her own arm to keep from screaming at the sensation.