The Order Of Aarons Rod

Two nuns in the bath, or on a horse, or in a car, or go to market, etc.

That's how old jokes always start, right?

They're lewd, sort of, but barely, and based around innuendo. The joke being that we nuns wouldn't get the joke, because we're too pure.

Well, let me tell you about the night of my eighteenth birthday, in the abbey we call it your 'Second Confirmation', in which one joins 'the Order of Aaron's Rod': let's see who's pure then.

I was mentally prepared, sort of, for the events of the evening, though only through hearsay, and it was difficult to work out exactly what was real and what wasn't. One girl told me we'd be sacrificing a goat to Satan, which seemed unlikely. In the morning, I was asked by Gloria, secretly, whilst I was out pruning the flowers, if I was "up for a full confirmation or just a drink or two".

I had been led to believe that the process was primarily sexual, though apparently this wasn't the case, or rather it didn't have to be. It was more about being a woman, a grown up, and all of that. I said "sure, full works", thinking fuck it, literally, and then thinking, oh shit I'm gonna confess that to the priest, and then thinking, and there we go again!

I had, until that point, confessed everything to the priest, including an accidental wank, and then two intentional ones. The priest sort of told me not to bother, and whatever I get up to was my own business, but I didn't see it like that, and wanted to be honest.

I had never, to my knowledge, experience an orgasm, which had once been described to me by another nun. I decided that as she did the describing I didn't have to confess that, even though I did ask a couple of questions.

I'm getting sidetracked.

The night of my 'Second Confirmation'! We sleep in cells, three beds to a cell, one nun per bed. I was sleeping, at the time, in the middle bed, which I disliked because I got snoring and the occasional moan from both sides of me. After dinner, and prayers, all three of us were sitting on Gloria's bed: she is oldest, 24 at that time, and her bed was by the door.

Francis came in: 'Hey birthday girl. Hey Gloria, hey Mary' -- who had been confirmed a few weeks earlier, in another cell whilst I slept alone. Francis, the oldest (30) was in charge of the Order, and as such conducted the ceremony. Not all nuns are involved, Gloria and Francis, as my cellmates, were automatically invited, and, as Francis then explained, for a "full confirmation" four is more than enough.

'The ceremony must be performed naked.'

I undressed, not particularly surprised by this, though perhaps a little by how quickly it had happened. Once I was fully undressed, the other girls, after a few moments of looking at my body in a way that I liked but found a little unnerving, also undressed.

'First, in celebration of your eighteenth birthday, you will be kissed eighteen times: that's six times by each of us.'

Francis kissed me, my first kiss, hard on the mouth, biting a little on my tongue as she did so. Gloria, during her kiss, pressed her body against mine, and I could feel her nipples press against my boobs, a totally new sensation to me. Mary pulled me down onto my back, and lay on top of me, her knee pressing between my legs. And when she kissed me, I could feel her soft bush against my waist.

'Three', somebody said.

Then, as Mary unmounted me, Gloria placed her head on my right nipple, and Francis on my left. They each sucked at my nipples, like newborn twins, though with a sensual feeling that was not motherly, as I might have expected, but erotic. As though my tits were connected to my vagina. I moaned a little.

'God, already, we might have to gag you,' Francis said, briefly lifting her head up, only to then reattach herself, with a little bit.

'Six', Mary then said, 'a third of the way there!'

The next six kisses happened in quicker succession, and landed one on my neck, one of each foot, then my left ear, and then on each thigh. My legs were then opened.

It was Mary I think who first kissed my cunt. If you can call it a kiss: a French kiss, with tongue, and with nobs on. The other girls sat by my head, and played with my breasts and put their fingers in my mouth, keeping me from moaning too loudly whilst Mary suckled on my slit, flicking her tongue back and forth over my labia, and occasionally darting as far as she could up my twat.

I was flipped over, and then kissed once on my left arse cheek and once on the right, before Gloria started to eat out my arsehole, which was tight as anything to start with, but which I slowly found I could relax. It was a strange feeling, and I was desperately worried about how clean I was. But then Mary asked 'what she taste like Gloria', and Gloria told her 'amazing'.

'Sixteen.'

With only two to go I was starting to feel saddened by the thought of it all being over. I wished I was a hundred, so that they could find a hundred different ways to pleasure me with their tongues. I wondered if afterwards they'd let me pleasure them with my tongue, and teach me to do the things they were doing.

Mary then sat behind me, and held my legs as wide apart as possible, for moth Gloria and Francis to place their heads between. When it was just Mary kissing my cunt, my clit would get some respite whilst I was being tongue fucked, and visa versa, but now, with two hungry mouths working at me, the sensation was almost unbearable. I was rapidly sensing that notion of approaching a precipice, and was desperately trying to control myself.

Mary said: 'it's fine, baby, just let it happen.'

'I think I'm going to piss myself, Mary.'

'You're going to have an orgasm. That's all. Just enjoy it.'

'Am I? Ok, thank you, Mary.' I must have sounded halfdazed -- I certainly felt it, and the girls all laughed whenever I said anything.

It was strange, but when I finally hit whatever I was approaching, or fell off whatever cliff I seemed to be on, it did feel a little like pissing myself, that feeling of release, and I looked down to make sure I wasn't. Mary put her hand over my mouth, which I sort of screaming into in joy, and I squirmed, held still by all three girls. The nuns at my feet kept going at my cunt, which made it feel even more amazing.

I think, and this was the strange thing, that I heard Mary add 'It'll be the last thing you enjoy,' but then it was all over, and everyone cheered.

'Happy Birthday' all three girls said standing up and wiping themselves clean. 'Welcome to the Order of the Rod.'

I moved to sit up, but Mary pushed me back down.

'No!'

I was still shaking a little, and sticky between my legs.

'You join the Order at the lowest level: and with that orgasm you can consider yourself officially made a WOR, 'Worker of the Order of the Rod', that means, if you want to join the order you must serve us, completely, until we decide that you can move up the ranks.'

'Worker? I don't understand.'

'Shut up, you don't fucking speak. Workers don't speak.'

I nodded my head.

'Workers work.'

I nodded again.

'Is that you agreeing to be a Worker of the Order?'

I, slightly uncertain, nodded again, desperate for whatever it was we were doing to continue. I didn't like the idea of the word serve, but I had wanted to give these girls pleasure, and Gloria's demanding tone just made you want to say yes to it.

With my nod, Gloria climbed on top of me, and sat of my face, pressing her cunt into her mouth. It was my first taste of cunt, and I loved it. I started to flick and suck, as the girls had done in between my legs, but was slapped hard across my already aching clit and ordered to stop.

'Open your mouth, and hold still.'

Gloria then, to my astonishment, started to piss, which flowed directly into my mouth, due to its position. I was stunned, and had no clue what to do. I taste was revolving, but I was unable to move her, or un fact to move at all about the waste. After a couple of seconds, I was ordered to swallow, and did, just instinctively upon the order, despite how horrible a feeling it was. I was slapped hard again, this time across my left breast, and told once I had swallowed to open my mouth again.

And so began a series of mouthfuls of piss, at the end of which Gloria dragged my head against her cunt, drying herself on my hair, and then got off me.

Francis, proclaiming that she didn't need to go, spat in my mouth, for which I was told then to thank her.

'Thank you, Francis.'

I was slapped across the face, my tit and clit still red and sore from my previous accidental transgressions.

'We are now each to be called angel.' Gloria, as always, ordered for the group.

'But Gloria, that's blaspheme.'

For this I was flipped over, and spanked, repeatedly, by all three nuns until I was sobbing into the pillow.

After the brutal scolding was over I was told to turn around, and all three starred at me, waiting:

'Thank you, angel.' I said through my tears, eventually, though to nobody in particular.

'Get the rod.' Mary asked Francis, who came back with a leather belt, in the middle of which was a piece of polished and rounded wood, about two-third of a foot long. Most of the piece faced out from the belt, but a little faced in. The shorter end was shoved into my mouth and the belt buckle firmly clashed round the back of my head.

'Perfect', Mary said, with a laugh, getting onto all fours, and wiping some spit from my hand onto her cunt.

'Now fuck me, bitch.'

The girls dragged me, by the rod, towards Marys arse, or rather specially towards her cunt which was below her arse, and started to force my head back and force, pressing the red into her cunt. Once I had the hang of it, they stood back and let me fuck Mary in the cunt with my face. It was quite frankly knackering, and demeaning, my nose every time slamming into her anus.

After a few minutes, when I was all the way in, with my nose pressed against her anus, Mary farted, releasing an obnoxious, vile gas straight up my nose, which was of course the only thing I could breathe through, and making me gag: the smaller rod down my throat didn't exactly help with this either. Attempting not to throw up, though more from instinct than anything else, I quickly moved backwards and the rod slipped out of her cunt. I realised immediately my enormous mistake, as Mary turned around, still on all four, and slapped me across the face.

The belt was taken off and I was forced to thank Mary for the fart, repeatedly, and each time more humiliatingly.

Eventually, I was shouting, such that I am sure the whole abbey could here: 'Thank you, angel, for farting in my worthless nose. And thank you for allowing me the pleasure of using my stupid fucking face to fuck your beautiful cunt. Please, angel, fart on me again.'

I was forced to lick Mary's juices from the longer end of the rod, and then the belt was reattached, and I continued to fuck her. Farts were semi-regular, and Francis and Gloria, who had moved away from the smell, giggled to themselves from the comfort of Mary's bed.

Once Mary was close to orgasm she stopped the fucking, and dragged me, by the rod, from Francis's bed by the door, to my bed in the middle of the room, where, once again, it continued. I fucked her through her orgasm, as the angels had licked her through mine, for fear of being punished, and after a few moments Mary seemed to begin to piss into the bed, all over my lovely clean sheet.

She farted, once more, and then stood up, and took off the gag.

The other girls came over, and all three pressed my face into the stain in the bed.

'I bet you don't know what squirting is do you, pathetic little virgin.'

I shook my head, unable to speak, and barely to beath, with my face pressed against the smelly sheets. It smelt less like piss and more like the sticky stuff from the rod when I was force to clean it.

'That's squirt, you little worker slut. And from now on if anybody wants a squirt, you're going to give them it, and in your bed.'

'Yes, angel.' I mumbled through the covers.

And indeed I did make them squirt: a couple of girls a night, approximately, with my fingers, my tongue, or the rod. I slept, almost always, in soaked sheets, and my body would stink of it, no matter how often I washed.

Once, even the mother superior came for a go, and I was forced to suck her wrinkly cunt until she came.

Sometimes I was pissed on. Most of the girls weren't as into this, bus Gloria was, very much so: she would lock eyes with me over the dinner table as she drank pint after pint of water, both of us knowing what would happen to all that liquid water. She wouldn't just piss on her like that first night, but would come up with new and exciting ways to torment me with that most natural of wastes.

I was always required to ask her for it, out of context, and in front of other girls, and if she was doing me a favour my allowing me to swallow her piss. She'd be just sitting and chatting and I'd have to go and say, 'Please, angel Gloria, please would you piss in my mouth,' and everyone would laugh.

I learnt what a rim job was, and how to give one: one girl, who everyone hated, which only made her worse, insisted on always receiving one after her morning shit. I took the rod up my arse for the entertainment of the other girls; and I deep-throated it, often straight afterwards so it still smelt of my shit.

One girl had a foot fetish, and I would have to lick her sweaty feet after she came in from working in the garden.

I did all this for about a year and a half, until another girl turned 18 and was confirmed into the Order, at which point I was promoted. Before me, there had been another girl, one I didn't really know, though one that I looked at in a very different light after that night. She was particularly vicious with me once she became an angel, presumably as she was finally free of her job. It turned out the order didn't have several complicated roles: it had angels, and a worker, just one worker.

The general rule was, after that first confirming orgasm, the worker does not orgasm, and so, despite some girls enjoying to play with my cunt, twisting it, and biting it, and ramming things into it, I didn't cum, petrified as I was to masturbate with Francis and Mary in the beds either side of me.

At first, once I became an angel, I chose not to use the new worker, feeling sorry for how she was tormented by the other girls, and wanting to help her as much as I could, but eventually I started to get horny all alone at night, and I would creep down the hallway to her cell and get myself serviced. I tried pissing in her mouth, and was disappointed to find out how much it turned me on. Gloria and I would both sit and piss on her face, and make out as we drowned her in our golden waste.

I even farted on her once, and slapped her round the face a few times.

God it felt fun. And after all, if she didn't want to be a worker she need only say no, a choice that I had also, and that all the other girls did. Shame we were all too horny.

Let me tell you a joke: Three nuns in a cell: one says ... suck my clit, bitch!