Extreme, slimy, orgasm denial

As if to answer, the nun’s graceful fingers reached under the man’s balls and starting at the perineum, slid them past his distended scrotum and entire length before reaching the glans. At this point she grabbed it so as to keep it still, and she placed the palm of her free hand over the glans and started to rub it around in a circular motion, trying to tease the head as much as possible by grinding it with a completely flat and even surface. The man did not even flinch. If it even was the original person anyways.

And so the nun continued in this way, occasionally trying different variations and patterns: she would stop moving her top hand and instead smeared the glans into the gooey softness of her palms, once she was done with that she once again clutched the penis tightly and spread the fingers of her free hand out laterally before using them to repetitively pass over the head of the cock.

He could take a guess at what was happening here: this was a place where a man’s lust – that all-powerful craving, desire, and longing – is used against him ruthlessly and betrays him, for he has no control over it. These ideas of domination and submission had never entered his mind, but as his mind started to make sense of the situation – what the nun here was doing, the purpose of this convent, what that earlier nun had explained to him in coded language – Audrey could not help but notice a stirring in his loins. After the initial adrenaline rush and shock had worn off from earlier, he could think lucidly again. And all of it, this whole place and thing that was going on here, was incredibly yet inexplicably erotic. Things started to come together now and his mind exploded with questions yet again.

How many other kinky situations like this would he see during his stay? What about that spider that had appeared out of nowhere in the forest? And the one nun who fondled his ankles? What secret powers and transformations were those ordinary-looking nuns hiding?

Audrey had a lot of time to think these things through, and he had no idea how much time had passed while the nun continued to explore and violate this man’s body at length, leaving no spot untouched. She focused her attention everywhere at some point or another, caressing everything from his legs, his buttocks, sliding her viscous hands up to his arms and “scratching” his lats and chest with clawed hands.

Through all the impossible transformations that her hand had become – a slimy cocoon which enveloped the man’s cock with a shiny gleam, a ball of slime like earlier but which vibrated with the intensity of a hummingbird’s wings, a completely see-through and flat sheet of slime which she used to completely encase and trap the man’s genitals before once again using her free hand to massage and stroke wherever she pleased.

It didn’t matter how fast she went, or how crazy her combinations had gotten – she even did this one where the slimy cock-cocoon from earlier developed inner nubs and spun around like a top while the outer layer remained still, all while vibrating at the same time with a low humming noise – the man could not reach climax.

For brief moments at a time the man would be left alone, while the nun simply gazed at his engorged manhood, as it oozed out drops of precum which was tinged with a slight pink. She would lean into the slab with one elbow propped up, while the other one nonchalantly drew circles around his nipples. And as soon one of these “breaks” were over, the precum would immediately be absorbed by the nun’s hands again as she resumed her ministrations.

This happened ad nauseum, and Audrey watched for so long that he no longer even had an erection in his pants: he was merely staying to see how many other creative and crazy combinations this nun had in mind.