A week and a half had passed since Kristanna had arrived at the Camp of Blessing. Talking to the other girls and the nuns she came to find out that this place was a private initiative, funded and ran by the local church her parents were a part of. She could also familiarize herself with the routine of the place, and it was a big part of it, the routine was everything to those nuns. Being even slightly late to something would upset them, and if it happened more than once then they would have to spend hours at the chapel praying, it was like a prison and the chapels were the solitary confinement.
They woke up at five and had morning prayers, then breakfast, then classes started. Before lunch, there was another small prayer. During the afternoon the girls helped with the maintenance of the school, they washed their clothes and bedsheets, they helped clean up the yard and general maintenance of the building with light work.
They learned gardening and other things like cooking, music, planting vegetables and taking care of the orchard. The heavy lifting was done by hired employees that roamed freely when the girls were confined to their rooms. Contact with men was forbidden, there were only female employees that the girls could see, male ones would only come in specific occasions and mostly worked when the girls were not around.
Pretty much all of the staff was composed of nuns, those who were not were the female guards in their uniforms. They didn't carry weapons or anything, they only had a whistle, flashlight and they were responsible for keeping the order. Most of the guards were older women, not very good looking and with rather masculine features, Kristanna had noticed. Either that or extremely fat and big, enough to overpower pretty much any of the girls who tried anything.
At sunset, the bell rang once more and there was a mess that lasted approximately one hour, then the girls were left free to walk and talk to each other until dinner time at 7:30 PM, all within reason and limits of course, under the eyes of the guards and some of the nuns. Most of the girls used that time to take a shower and clean up before eating. They had big locker rooms with separate shower stalls so each girl could shower in private.
Dinner lasted for one hour and after that, the girls were instructed to stay confined in their rooms until the next morning, with rare exceptions. They were divided into two girls per room, but Kristanna was alone in her dormitory. To her luck, there was no other girl to divide the room with her as she had arrived last.
All girls always wore the same uniform. A long brown skirt that went down to their ankles, simple but comfortable brown shoes with white socks and a white shirt, not loose or tight. However, on Kristanna, they were relatively tighter because her chest stretched the shirt to its limits, even the biggest size. Over the shirt, they wore a light green vest with the school symbol that consisted of a halo and two wings.
Over the past week and a half, Kristanna had no chance to get any personal relief. It was driving her crazy but it was simply too risky. She had no way to hide the mess she normally made when she masturbated. There was no bathroom in her room, no bucket to use, nothing. If she made a mess on her clothing or bed sheets someone would see it, and smell it. Her cum had a yogurt-like texture, very thick, strong and distinct smell, it would stick to anything. The floor was made of wooden plates and there were little gaps in between each piece of wood so her cum would certainly get stuck there, impossible to be cleaned and leaving a stain on the floor. Not to mention it could drip down on whatever was below, a basement or something.
So doing it in her room was out of the question. The showers were closely monitored by the guards and even though each girl had her private stalls the doors and walls of the stalls did not reach the floor so their feet and the water falling could be seen by anyone outside. If a gooey white liquid started to just flow down the drain it could call someone's attention, not to mention the muscle spasms she had when she came and the moans she could barely contain. The bathroom stalls were simply not private enough.
On the good side, the routine kept Kristanna busy and able to resist the urges. But after ten long days surrounded by women only, it was becoming almost unbearable. She even considered sneaking off to the orchard and doing it in the middle of the trees, but the guards were watching closely, if she wasn't caught while going she would get caught coming back to the main building. This was the longest she had ever gone without doing herself in years. When she was younger she didn't cum as much and it was easier to conceal things but now she made too big of a mess to be able to just jerk off anywhere. She would have to get creative.
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It was the evening before dinner and Kristanna had just showered, she was casually wandering through the school, looking for a potential place for her to get some relief. It was fruitless, the nuns knew how to leave no blind spots. Kristanna had moved away from the other girls for too long now, she had pretty much given up searching when she finally saw a nun coming out of a small door. The glimpse she had inside before the door was closed revealed what looked like a closet, stacked with cleaning products, broomsticks, mops, and other items. Certainly, there were buckets in there, and the smell of the cleaning products could cover any trace she left and make it easy to clean, the perfect place.
"Evening' sister", Kristanna casually greeted the nun who passed by. She then casually walked to the door and opened it. She turned on the light switch and looked in. It was pretty tight, she could barely fit in there with everything. But it had all she needed, several plastic buckets, and even a drain on the floor. She could dump everything right there. She knew that the cleaning routine was already done and no one would use the tools there anymore, not today.
Immediately Kristanna closed the door behind her, heart pounding with anticipation as she grabbed a bucket and placed it at the center of the room, then grabbed another and placed in front of the first one. She pulled her skirt up and removed the straps that held her cock to her thigh rolling down her panties, feeling the freedom of having her ball sack dangling. It had been much harder to conceal them on the past days as they were swelling even bigger, constantly filled with her sperm between her legs.
Kristanna sat on the first metal bucket, her generous thighs and ass sealed the top of the bucket practically creating a vacuum that isolated her pussy and balls inside. Her cock was pulsating already, growing harder and bigger by the second as she pulled the second bucket closer.
