To understand why she was becoming a nun, a little history is called for. So this is her story. Before and after.

Paul and Marjorie Lloyd were on their way to the emergency room to deliver Marjories premature infant when the accident happened. The truck driver was tired and the stormy night added to the dangerous country road. When the Lloyds car came around a bend, the semi clipped the front end and sent it into a ditch.

Paul was pinned in the car and Marjorie was thrown clear. Then the already bad night got worse. Marjorie gave birth. The child came into the world in the rain and mud of the roadside while Paul looked on, helpless to assist his wife. By the time the ambulance arived, Marjorie was dead from internal bleeding, ane the inafant was in poor shape too. At only four and a half pounds and almost four weeks early, the baby was clinging to life by a thread.

Paul escaped physical injury. but was wn emotional wreck. In one day, he lost his wife and almost lost his child. It was hard, but he turned all his attention to his daughter.

She made it and was soon able to go home with him, but was to be very small the rest of her life. She had bright red hair like her mother, almost crimson in hue and extremely thick. Her skin color was so pale as to be almost sickly in appearance.

As the years passed, Paul started to blame Emily for her mothers death. This was the start of Emily's trouble.

CHAPTER TWO

Emily Estelle Lloyd was a quiet and reserved child. Her flame colored hair and pale skin made her stand out in any crowd. And to a shy child, this made it worse. At the age of five, the teasing of kindergarten classmates made her cry so hard, she peed her pants. When she got home, Paul was incensed. The pressures of raising a child, work, and the remaining anger of his wifes death made him snap.

Paul took her over his knee and started to spank her. Though it wasn't her fault, Paul accused her of every thing wrong in their lives. Paul decided that she must be punished severely until he thought she had paid for averything.

The first punishment was to be removed from school and taught by a very discreet tutor. She was never to leave the house without Paul in her presence. And while the tutor was present was the only time that Emily was allowed to wear any clothes at all. She had to go nude at all other times with no exceptions.

The second punishment was more severe. She was to be spanked every night and she had to thank Paul for her beating. This was to get steadily more sever over the years. It started off with ten spanks with Paul's bare hand every night before bed.

The final and most severe punishment was Paul's idea of a way to truly punish her forever. He decided that she should become ashamed of her body so he started applying nipple clams to her as well as a clamp to her immature clitoris. He started off applying one pound weights to the clamps. Emily cryed and wailed but was not allowed any relief from the horrible pulling of the weights. If the weights were removed then Emily recieved heavier weights and a paddling with a switch. Over the years the weight was increased from one pound to two pounds when she was ten years old. When she was fifteen she progressed to five pounds on each nipple and seven on her clitoris. The abuse to her nipples and clitoris had another effect on her body besides pain and degredation. They caused the nipples and clitoris to stretch horribly. Permamently. By the age of ten, her nipples were almost a full inch long without the weights and her clitoris was almost 3/4 of an inch long. This was without being erect. At the age of fifteen, her nipples were a full two inches long while soft and her clitoris was worse. The clitoris would dangle like a noodle when the weights were removed at a full three inches in length.

CHAPTER THREE

At the age of fifteen, Emily was still very short. She topped out at about 4'11" in her bare feet, but her body was not small. Her hips were about 25" while her waist was a waspish 19", but most impressive was her breasts. Her breasts were a very firm 36C and looked almost ridiculous on her small body. Thrown in were her 2" nipples and 3" clit, and she was a bizarre sight indeed. It was no wonder she was so shy. Her hair had gotten thicker and lighter with the years and her pale skin remained the same but she got freckles from the rare occasion she went outside. The freckles were almost invisible but were there none the less. Her nipples were so pale pink that they blended in with her skin. The "gift" her father gave her on her fifteenth birthday was a haircut. Not just her head either. Paul decided his daughter should look like the child she was, so he bought an electrolosis kit and removed her hair from the neck down. As soon as she grew any new pubic hair or any other, she was ordered to remove them permanently. This of course displayed her clitoris that might otherwise have been hidde by a thick bush that would have grown there. Furthermore, she was not allowed to let her hair on her head grow longer than two inches.

It then that Emily was enrolled in a private school for girls by her father after the long-time tutor died. She was not happy to be with others because of her shyness and was withdrawn and quiet. She tried to do well but was making poor marks for not speaking when asked questions and given oral exams.

The worst was her P.E. class. The first day, she realised that she was a freak compared to the other girls. When she saw another nude body for the first time in the changing room, she nearly fainted. When she discovered that she was expected to undress as well, she did pass out. The other girls made fun of her about this. Then the day came when she was forced to shower after class because of falling in mud during P.E. She tried to shower with her underwear on but the teacher came up to her. Ms. Jones was the first black woman the Emily had ever seen. She was almost six feet tall and was voluptuous indeed. She had breasts that were at least 42DD and had short hair that was almost shaved. Her skin was so dark that it almost appeared black indeed. Her hands were large and had long fingers capped with short burgandy nails. Emily was to become acquainted with those hands soon.

"Emily?" she asked in her deep voice."what do you think you're doing?"

Emily replied softly,"I'm taking a shower ma'am."

"Then don't you think you should remove your bra and panties?" Ms. Jones asked.

"Please, no, ma'am. Please don't make me take them off in front of the others." Emily begged.

"Why on earth not?" she asked."The others have to, so why shouldn't you? Do you think you're special or something?"

"Oh, no ma'am. It's not that...."

"Enough.Take them off or I'll do it for you!" Ms. Jones demanded.

"Please,no..."

"That's it! Stay after class." Ms. Jones ordered.

When the bell rang and the other girls left, Emily went to Ms. Jones' office still in her wet panties and bra. Ms' Jones sat waiting behind her desk with a strange expression on her face.

"I called and talked with your father about your disrespect girl. Do you know what he said to me?" asked Ms. Jones.

"No ma'am" Emily replied meekly.

"He said that any punishment I come up with was fine with him. Any punishment at all." she said."He then said that you need as much punishment as I was willing to give, however that may be applied."

"So I decided what I'm gonna do." said Ms. Jones.

"Come over here girl and remove your undies and bra."

Emily wailed,"Please don't make me....."

"NOW! Or I'll make it worse!" Ms. Jones yelled.

Emily just bowed her head and cried.

"Okay! That's it girl! I've had enough! Get over now and remove those undergarments! Now!" screamed Ms. Jones.

Emily slowly removed her bra while turning around to hide the view from this awesome woman. She slid her panties off and covered her nipples and clit with her hands and turned around.

"Hands at your side girl!"ordered Ms. Jones.

Emily complied and let her arms fall to her sides. Ms. Jones gasped in astonishment at the spectacle before her. Emily blushed so hard that her face and upper chest were almost as red as her hair. Ms. Jones looked slack-jawed at Emily and didn't say a word. The cold air blowing on Emily's wet skin caused a new sensation in her. Her nipples started to erect until they were at full mast, pointing two inches directly at Ms. Jones.

Having a stranger stare at her caused her to feel light-headed and, somehow, good. Ms. Jones finally stood up and approached Emily.

"I..I...I mean, I am now going to spank you." Ms. Jones stammered.

She sat down in a chair and pulled Emily face down over her lap. Emily's nipples rubbed up against the rough legs of Ms. Jones pants and started to tingle. Ms. Jones then placed her palm on Emily's left buttock and gently caressed the hairless skin. Then from nowhere. WHACK! Emily almost yelled as Ms. Jones other hand slammed into her right buttock. Ms. jones stared at the ripples caused by the first swat. She then continued rubbing Emily's left cheek while spanking the right one. WHACK! WHACK!

Emily yelped at the sensations of being spanked and caressed at the same time. The tingling in her nipples moved to her clit too. She felt a wetness between her legs that was matched by her heat radiating from her pussy. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! the beating continued and Emily didn't notice when Ms. Jones slipped a finger into her little pussy. All she knew was that good feelings were arising combined with the pain of the spanking to make her feel so good.

Ms. Jones saw that Emily was reacting to the treatment and decide to go all the way. She inserted another finger into Emily's pussy and continued spanking. Ms' Jones then started to move her fingers in and out rapidly increasing in speed. She then added a third finger and pressed in as far as she could. She felt resistence from Emil's hymen and thought to herself "I'm gonna bust this cherry and others befor I'm through with her. When I'm done, she'll be mine for life!"

Ms. Jones then pulled her hand back and slammed it in all the way to the knuckles, busting the hymen, while giving a particularly hard slap. Emily didn't know what was going on. She pelt a sharp ating through her sexual haze that rapidly faded into a feeling of fullness that she never knew befor. It was so intense that she almost went over the edge. She felt her nipples erect even more until they were almost painful. She reached up and started tugging on them and pulling on them until it hurt. Emily felt her clitoris start to stiffen as the hand of Ms. Jones brushed against it. It too reached new lengths.

Ms.Jones stopped paddling Emily and concentrated on adding her fourth finger to her pussy. It was so tight that she didn't think she would get it in, but somehow, she did. With her other hand she grasped Emily's clit and started stroking it like a cock. It just kept growing and getting harder until it reached it's full erect length of 4" long and as thick as her pinky. She slicked her hand up with excess juices and started to pump Emily's clit in her balled up fist. At the same time, she crammed her other hand all the way in to the last knuckle and slowly pressed her thumb into the dlicate rosebud of Emily's anus.

Emily was one huge raw nerve. She started to explode.

"Oh my Gooooooood!....." she wailed.

Emily then started to shake like she was in an epilectic seizure. Ms Jones stopped stroking Emily's clit and stood up while still gripping her pussy and ass in a vice like grip. Emily's head and shoulders hit the ground while her feet were still in the air as Ms Jones started to shake her like a doll with her hand embedde in her twat and ass. Emily continued to come even harder than before as she was shaken mercilessly.

Ms Jones started to drag Emily into the showers by her pussy while Emily continued to orgasm and flop around like a fish. She the let go and stripped off her clothes to really get down to work.

As Emily layed there and occasionally twitched, Ms Jones walked to a cabinet and pulled a bottle of vaseline and walked back to the dazed Emily.

"It's time to get down to business girl. I'm gonna ruin you in more ways than one you little bitch. I'm gonna love this!" Ms. Jones said.

Ms Jones layed Emily on her back and pulled her legs up and over until her knees were beside her ears. She then kneeled on the backs of Emily's ankles and greased up her hand. Ms. Jones then started to plunge her first two fingers in and out of Emily's sopping pussy, lubing it up well. Then she added a third and then fourth finger until she was in uo to her thumb. She started to twist her hand around and spread her fingers trying to stretch Emily's pussy as much as possible. Ms. Jones then tucked her thumb into her palm and slowly forced the whole hand into Emily's gaping pussy.

Emily didn't know what to think. She came to on her back and saw nothing but a forest of thick black hair above her face. She felt something huge trying to force its way into her pussy. It felt like a truck was squeezing in. It hurt so much and yet sitll felt good. She felt suction on her huge clit and almost came right then.

Ms. Jones started to suck on Emily's cock-like clitand flick the tip with her tongue. She finally got her hand into Emily's cunt and pulled it out again. She then began to slide it in and out several times until she met with less resistence. She then put her hand back in and balled it into a fist. She moved the fist back and forth and slowly extracted it still balled up. She put it back in and pulled it out over and over until it was almost easy.

Emily fell so full that she felt as if she was giving birth to an elephant. The pain was still there but was accompanied by more pleasure than she imagined possible.

Ms. Jones slowly increased her tempo until she was like a piston on a car. She then pulled out and slammed her fist back in with a mighty punch. She punched and punched like a prize-fighter making a loud squelching noise each time like mud sucking at shoes.

Emily felt more pain than she ever had before when the punching started. She felt like a slab of meat. Then the pressure on her clit increased until the pain blended with it like one big sensation. She was getting close to another earth-shattering orgasm.

Ms Jones then shoved down as hard as she could until she bottomed out against the entrance to Emily's womb! She started the punching routine over and over until she was bottoming out each time. She pulled out and stared at the wreck of Emily's pussy that she had caused. The pussy was a gaping hole that was at least three inches across. She decided to try one more thing with Emily's pussy.

Emily felt the emptiness when Ms Jones pulled out. She felt as if her pussy was a cave that anyone could walk in. A breeze blew into her gaping hole and flet like a hurricane in her loins. Then she felt Ms. Jones shove her arm back in ally the way with one push. When she was bottomed out, she felt a finger push against the opening to her womb. It slowly and painfully forced its way into the womb itself. The finger started to fuck in and out like a penis. The pain was so intense and the pleasure so great that Emily started to come again.

As soon as she felt Emily start to come, Ms. Jones removed her hand and moved back to watch. Emily's body went stiff as a board of wood and straightened out like a two by four. Her face was locked into a noiseless scream, mouth agape and eyes staring wide open but looking at nothing. Then Emily breathed in and let loose such a scream that Ms. Jones was glad that the gym was a seperate building from the rest of the school.Emily's body arched up like a bow and from her gaping cunt spewed forth a stream of cum that shot like a high pressure hose. It shot almost four feet into the air to the ground in a puddle. After three more spurts, Emily collapsed into a heap, unconsious.

Ms Jones wiped the pussy juice, vaseline, and the odd fleck of blood off her arm than smiled evilly. She grabbed Emily's four inch clit in her hand and pulled as hard as she could to see how far it would stretch. With no response at all from Emily, she did the same with her nipples. She was astounded at the length of Emily's nipples and clit. She decide she would leave a mark for Emily to remember her with. She went back to her office and grabbed the items she would need. Emily was still passed out as she went to work.

When Emily awoke, she was alone on the floor of the dressing room. The clock showed that it was almost three o'clock. Two hours had gone by! Her pussy was still open about an inch when she looked at it. Then she saw something that almost made her pass out again. inserted through her nipples were combination locks! Then the pain hit her. It was worse than anything she had ever felt except for the pain in her clit! Her clit! She quickly looked down at it and saw another lock going right through it too! The pain was horrendous! She tried to remove them but how? She didn't know the combinations! They were stuck!

When the pain retreated to a dull throb, she washed off as best as she could and put her clothes back on. She couldn't put her bra or panties on because of the locks and the pain. All she could do was put her sweater on and hope noone noticed.

CHAPTER 4

Somehow Emily made it through the rest of the day without incedent and made it home. But when she got home, her dad saw her when she took off her clothes. He just stood there and stared for five minutes without saying a word. He then ordered her to bend over and spread her legs. As she complied she prayed that he wouldn't notice that her pussy still hadn't closed all the way yet. Of course he did.

He looked closely at the locks in her nipples and clit and at the gaping hole that used to be a tight virgin pussy.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Paul asked sternly.

"Oh Daddy, it's not my faul.." she started. "Of course it is you slut! For lying to me, the locks stay in! If you want to be a slut, then fine, I'll make you a slut!" he screamed."Get over to the couch and bend over the arm! Now!"

As she bent over the arm of the couch, she coulsn't help but wonder what was in store for her now. In way, she felt, it was her fault. Being so disrespectful to Ms. Jones was wrong. Lying to her Daddy was wrong. She deserved what she got.

Paul removed his pants and walked up behind his slut-daughter. His cock was quickly approaching the massive proportions that his wife fell in love with so many years ago. Emily stood there waiting for what seemed like an eternity until she felt a soft touch against her open vagina. It was a strange feeling object. Soft, yet very hard, and warm! The object slowly started to spread her steadily moistening lips and continued its way into her pussy. It met with almost no resistence at all.

Paul couldn't believe how loose this whore was! He started to get even angrier than before and decided to truly punish her. He pulled out of her loose hole and found a tighter one. Her ass!

Emily started to scream as she felt his dick slowly entering her poor anus. The pain slowed sown once the head was in but it still hurt so bad. When he started to push in more, she yelled louder then before. It felt like a horse was shoving it's entire cock into her without benefit of lubrication.

Paul was amazed that he hadn't drawn blood yet. He forced his way into her ass with no mercy. The sphincter muscle tried in vain to prevent him from reaching his goal, but he preservered. Finally he succeeded and was all the way in. He was balls deep into his own whore-daughter! It was great. The tightness was unbelievable! He had actually gotten all nine inches into her virgin ass!

Emily was going insane with pain. The log in her ass was like a burning coal searing its way into her guts. Then she felt the hairs of his balls tickling her clitoris. Against her will, her clit was elongating and becoming excited again. The lock going through the tip weighted her clit down and caused a steady pressure that was rapidly making her orgasm. The better the feelings were the more her sphincter tightened around her fathers dick, causing the pain to steadily increase. At the same time, the pleasure from her steadily elongating clit increased in intensity making her whimper in pain and pleasure. She started to cry as she spiraled up into a blinding light of pleasure that seemed to go on for ever.

Paul was shocked that this whore could climax from being raped in the ass. He thought to himself, "If this fuckin whore likes it that much, I'll really rape her ass!"

Emily was coming and coming like there was no tomorrow! There was no end to it. She was still coming when her daddy pulled out of her ass and stuck three fingers into her ass and began to saw in and out and round and round. She came again when he stuck another finger in and kept on pumping.

"Oh God, Daddy!", she yelled" More! I need more! Please!"

Paul was only too happy to comply. He pulled his hand out and balled up his fist and shoved it inside. He didn't stop when he tore the sphincter and Emily screamed like a banshee. He kept on going until his arm was buried up to the elbow. When he pulled back out, his forearm was covered with shit and blood. He started pumping away like a jackhammer all the while Emily was screaming bloody murder and thrashing trying to escape the awful pain. The delicious pain. The exquisite pain. The pleasure.

Paul saw her enjoying the fisting and decided to make it worse. He took his other hand and made a fist with it too. Without any preamble, he forced it into her already gaping cunt. It slid in easily enough from her stretching earlier in the day. He started to alternate the pumping of his arms and then to do it at the same time.

Emily was in hell! She was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Both ends were fuller than was meant to be. And she was loving every minute of it! From virgin to slut-whore in a matter of hours! She was taking more than most women take in a lifetime. She came in a powerful explosion of agony. Then she knew no more.

Paul watched as she orgasmed for the last time, and passed out. He pulled out of her violated and wide open holes and took her up to her room.

To Be Continued