Climax

Her breath was coming fast and harsh. Mary Josepha's hand had explored the depths of her sensitive crack, which was overflowing with wetness, and had generously spread the natural lubricant over her pubic area. Now her fingers turned to a very special spot, shiny and slippery. Countless sighs and increasingly louder yelps escaped her mouth.

Her hand swirled wildly over her clitoris. Repressed memories returned. Memories of lonely nights that she spent exploring her innocent body, discovering its needs and its secrets. And in which she learned how much pleasure and satisfaction it could give her to do things that were considered indecent and forbidden after her upbringing as a good girl.

Her hands had forgotten nothing. While one pampered her clitoris, the other reached for her plump breasts, felt the hard, rough tips, twirled them and pinched them, eliciting a sharp cry from her mouth.

Soon she could feel that her goal was near. Just a little longer. The foretaste of what would inevitably be her reward made her knees go weak.

Mr. Trapp followed the show with enthusiasm. A huge bulge had long since formed in his trousers. But although he was sitting quite secluded and unobserved in his exclusive cabin on the Ferris wheel, he didn't allow himself any liberties. No, there would be plenty of time and opportunity for that later.

The video was outstanding even on the small cell phone display. Since everything was reliably saved, he could watch it again later on the super HD widescreen TV in depthand greater detail. And nothing prevented a public screening in the spacious cinema tent on the fairground.

However, the grand finale was still missing. He could see how far the unknowing victim had come, how close she was to her climax. The signs were clear. Now it was a matter of getting the timing just right. His index finger hovered over the flashing green button with the key symbol, next to which the word curtain was written in small white letters. A quick tap on it and Mary Josepha would experience a pretty little miracle, a true revelation.

He grinned diabolically.

Mary Josepha closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Sweat ran down her forehead and over her heated, flushed cheeks. She was almost there. She could already feel the wave that was about to crash over her. Her whole body trembled with tension. She was rushing towards salvation. And then ...

... then the walls collapsed. The canvases hung all around her rushed downwards, fluttering, piling up on the ground in flat clumps. Vertical, gray iron bars appeared behind them.

But Mary Josepha only saw them through a thick fog. She had long since passed the point where she had any conscious control over what was happening.

The floodgates broke. Years of pent-up, suppressed lust exploded with the **** of a volcano. She screamed her orgasm hoarsely into the world.

"Yayyyyy!"

Freedom! Love! Happiness!

And horror.

She hurriedly tried to blink away the veil from her eyes. Stunned, she took in her surroundings. She stood, one leg on the stool, one hand in her wide-open lap, the other clutched in her bosom, completely naked in a cage.

And she was not alone. Other cages joined hers to form an exhibition of fantastic creatures, as they had been painted on the tent wall outside. She recognized an elf with dragonfly wings, a mermaid with a fish tail, a dryad whose skin was the color and texture of the bark of the tree she was leaning against, and other mythical creatures, all of them female.

But much worse than this incredible collection of exotic creatures were the people. There were tons of visitors walking around between the cages and admiring the exhibition.

And all their eyes were fixed on the unwrapped nun.